Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн)

Transmutation

To me all beauty that I see
Is melody made visible:
An earth-translated state, may be,
Of music heard in Heaven or Hell.

Out of some love-impassioned strain
Of saints, the rose evolved its bloom;
And, dreaming of it here again,
Perhaps re-lives it as perfume.

Out of some chant that demons sing
Of hate and pain, the sunset grew;
And, haply, still remembering,
Re-lives it here as some wild hue.

1. Moss and Fern
2. By the Summer Sea
3. Answered
4. Two Lives
5. Autumn Sorrow

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