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ONE DAY AND ANOTHER
PART III
LATE SUMMER
II

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He is reminded of another day with her:

The hips were reddening on this rose,

Those haws were hung with fire,

That day we went this way that goes

Up hills of bough and brier.

This hooked thorn caught her gown and seemed

Imploring her to linger;

Upon her hair a sun-ray streamed

Like some baptizing finger.


This false-foxglove, so golden now

With yellow blooms, like bangles,

Was bloomless then. But yonder bough,—

The sumac’s plume entangles,—

Was like an Indian’s painted face;

And, like a squaw, attended

That bush, in vague vermilion grace,

With beads of berries splendid.


And here we turned to mount that hill,

Down which the wild brook tumbles;

And, like to-day, that day was still,

And mild winds swayed the umbels

Of these wild-carrots, lawny gray:

And there, deep-dappled o’er us,

An orchard stretched; and in our way

Dropped ripened fruit before us.


With muffled thud the pippin fell,

And at our feet rolled dusty;

A hornet clinging to its bell,

The pear lay bruised and rusty:

The smell of pulpy peach and plum,

From which the juice oozed yellow,—

Around which bees made sleepy hum,—

Made warm the air and mellow.


And then we came where, many-hued,

The wet wild morning-glory

Hung its balloons in shadows dewed

For dawning’s offertory:

With bush and bramble, far away,

Beneath us stretched the valley,

Cleft of one creek, as clear as day,

That rippled musically.


The brown, the bronze, the green, the red

Of weed and brier ran riot

To walls of woods, whose pathways led

To nooks of whispering quiet:

Long waves of feathering goldenrod

Ran through the gray in patches,

As in a cloud the gold of God

Burns, that the sunset catches.


And there, above the blue hills rolled,

Like some far conflagration,

The sunset, flaming marigold,

We watched in exultation:

Then, turning homeward, she and I

Went in love’s sweet derangement—

How different now seem earth and sky,

Since this undreamed estrangement.


The Poems of Madison Cawein. Volume 2 (of 5)

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