Abandoned
By Madison Julius Cawein
The hornets build in plaster-dropping rooms,
And on its mossy porch the lizard lies
Around its chimneys slow the swallow flies,
And on its roof the locusts snow their blooms.
Like some sad thought that broods here, old, perfumes
Haunt its dim stairs; the cautious zephyr tries
Each gusty door, like some dead hand, then sighs
With ghostly lips among the attic glooms.
And now a heron, now a kingfisher,
Flits in the willows where the riffle seems
At each faint fall to hesitate to leap,
Fluttering the silence with a little stir.
Here Summer seems a placid face asleep,
And the near world a figment of her dreams.
Source Book
The Garden Of Dreams
by Madison Julius Cawein
Copyright 1896
Published by John P. Morton & Company, Louisville
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