Poem by Madison Julius Cawein

The Battle

BLACK clouds hung low and heavy,
Above the sunset glare;
And in the garden dimly
We wandered here and there.
So full of strife, of trouble
The night was dark, afraid,
Like our own love, so merely
For tears and sighings made.
That when it came to parting,
And I must mount and go,
With all my soul I wished it —
That God would lay me low.

1. Rembrandts
2. Love's Calendar
3. The Three Urgandas
4. Epiphany
5. Elfin

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