Madison Julius Cawein

1865-1914

 

The Covered Bridge

by Madison Julius Cawein

There, from its entrance, lost in matted vines, --
Where in the valley foams a water-fall, --
Is glimpsed a ruined mill's remaining wall;
Here, by the road, the oxeye daisy mines
Hot brass and bronze; the trumpet-trailer shines
Red as the plumage of the cardinal.
Faint from the forest comes the rain-crow's call
Where dusty Summer dreams among the pines.
This is the spot where Spring writes wildflower verses
In primrose pink, while, drowsing o'er his reins,
The ploughman, all unnoticing, plods along:
And where the Autumn opens weedy purses
Of sleepy silver, while the corn-heaped wains
Rumble the bridge like some deep throat of song.

Source:

The Garden Of Dreams
Copyright 1896
John P. Morton & Company, Louisville
 
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