Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн)
The Battle
BLACK clouds hung low and heavy, Above the sunset glare; And in the garden dimly We wandered here and there. So full of strife, of trouble The night was dark, afraid, Like our own love, so merely For tears and sighings made. That when it came to parting, And I must mount and go, With all my soul I wished it — That God would lay me low.
Madison Julius Cawein’s other poems:
