Poem by Madison Julius Cawein

Shadows

1

Ha! help! - 'twas palpable!
 A ghost that thronged
Up from the mind or hell
 Of one I wronged!

2

'Tis past and - silence! - naught! -
 A vision born
Of the scared mind o'erwrought
 With dreams forlorn:

3

The bastard brood of Death
 And Sleep that wakes
Grim fancies with its breath,
 And reason shakes.

4

Would that the grave _could_ rot
 Like flesh the soul,
Gnaw through with worms and not
 Leave it thus whole,

5

More than it was in earth
 Beyond the grave,
Much more in death than birth
 To conscience slave!

1. In the Mountains
2. The Iron Cross
3. Above the Vales
4. Zero
5. Communicants

Ella Wilcox Shadows ("I am sorry in the gladness")

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