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Page 4 of Accolon of Gaul : with other poems / by Madison J. Cawein.

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A CCOL ON OF GA UL. I. ''i THOU aske-it with thy studious eyes again, I Here where the restless forest hears the main Toss in a troubled sleep and moan. Ah, sweet, With joy and passion the kind hour's replete; And what wild beauty here! where roughly run Huge forest shadows from the westering sun, The wood's a subdued power gentle as Yon tame wild-things, that in the moss and grass Gaze with tLeir himan eyes. Here grow the lines Of pale-starred green; and where yon fountain shines Urned in its tremulous ferns, rest we upon This oak-trunk of God's thunder overthrown Years, years agone; not where 'tis rotted brown But where the thick bark 's firm and overgrown Of clambering ivy blackly berried; where Wild musk of word decay just tincts the air, As if some scrange shrub on some whispering way, In some dewed dell, while dreaming of one May, In longing languor weakly tried to wake One sometime blossom and could only make Ghosts of such dead aromas as it knew, And shape a spectmr, budding thin as dew, To haunt thiese sounding miles of solitude. 4