Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн)
A Mayapple Flower
What magic through your snowy crystal gleams! Your hollow spar, Spring brims with fragrancy; That, like the cup of Comus, drugs with dreams This woodland place, so drowsed with mystery. What miracle evolved you from the mold? Dreamed you, as 't were, into reality Out of the Winter's death and night and cold? Are you a sign, a message, that the Spring Out of her soul unto the eye reveals? A symboled something, telling many a thing Of beauty she within her breast conceals? The word significant, that conquers Death; That through eternity with Nature deals, As did the Christ, Jesus of Nazareth. Or, of the rapture of the Earth a part, Are you a thought that crystallized from dew Into a flower? Nature, on her heart, Bewildered with the hope from whence you grew Your loveliness, wears as an evidence Of immortality; a hint, a clue To that which still evades our mortal sense.
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