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Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн)


The Village Miser


The dogs made way for him and snarled and ran;
And little children to their parents clung,
Big-eyed with fear, when, gruff of look and tongue,
Bent-backed he passed who had the village ban.
In old drab coat and trousers, shoes of tan,
And scarecrow hat, from some odd fashion sprung,
A threadbare cloak about his shoulders flung,
Grasping a crooked stick, limped by this man.
Unspeaking and unspoken to, but oft
Cursed after for a miser as he passed,
Or barked at by the dogs who feared his cane.
One day they found him dead; killed in his loft.
Among his books, the hoard which he had massed.
And then they laughed and swore he was insane.



Madison Julius Cawein's other poems:
  1. Zero
  2. Riders in the Night
  3. The Iron Cross
  4. The Torrent
  5. Above the Vales


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