After Long Grief

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Title:     After Long Grief
Author: Madison Julius Cawein [More Titles by Cawein]

There is a place hung o'er of summer boughs
And dreamy skies wherein the gray hawk sleeps;
Where water flows, within whose lazy deeps,
Like silvery prisms where the sunbeams drowse,
The minnows twinkle; where the bells of cows
Tinkle the stillness; and the bobwhite keeps
Calling from meadows where the reaper reaps,
And children's laughter haunts an oldtime house:
A place where life wears ever an honest smell
Of hay and honey, sun and elder-bloom,--
Like some sweet, simple girl,--within her hair;
Where, with our love for comrade, we may dwell
Far from the city's strife, whose cares consume.--
Oh, take my hand and let me lead you there.

[The end]
Madison Julius Cawein's poem: After Long Grief

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