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A Dreamer Of Dreams

    By Madison Julius Cawein



    He lived beyond men, and so stood
    Admitted to the brotherhood
    Of beauty: dreams, with which he trod
    Companioned like some sylvan god.
    And oft men wondered, when his thought
    Made all their knowledge seem as naught,
    If he, like Uther's mystic son,
    Had not been born for Avalon.
    When wandering mid the whispering trees,
    His soul communed with every breeze;
    Heard voices calling from the glades,
    Bloom-words of the Leimoniäds;
    Or Dryads of the ash and oak,
    Who syllabled his name and spoke
    With him of presences and powers
    That glimpsed in sunbeams, gloomed in showers.
    By every violet-hallowed brook,
    Where every bramble-matted nook
    Rippled and laughed with water sounds,
    He walked like one on sainted grounds,
    Fearing intrusion on the spell
    That kept some fountain-spirit's well,
    Or woodland genius, sitting where
    Red, racy berries kissed his hair.
    Once when the wind, far o'er the hill,
    Had fall'n and left the wildwood still
    For Dawn's dim feet to trail across,
    Beneath the gnarled boughs, on the moss,
    The air around him golden-ripe
    With daybreak, there, with oaten pipe,
    His eyes beheld the wood-god, Pan,
    Goat-bearded, horned; half brute, half man;
    Who, shaggy-haunched, a savage rhyme
    Blew in his reed to rudest time;
    And swollen-jowled, with rolling eye
    Beneath the slowly silvering sky,
    Whose rose streaked through the forest's roof
    Danced, while beneath his boisterous hoof
    The branch was snapped, and, interfused
    Between gnarled roots, the moss was bruised.
    And often when he wandered through
    Old forests at the fall of dew
    A new Endymion, who sought
    A beauty higher than all thought
    Some night, men said, most surely he
    Would favored be of deity:
    That in the holy solitude
    Her sudden presence, long-pursued,
    Unto his gaze would stand confessed:
    The awful moonlight of her breast
    Come, high with majesty, and hold
    His heart's blood till his heart grew cold,
    Unpulsed, unsinewed, all undone,
    And snatch his soul to Avalon.



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