Poem by Madison Julius Cawein

Gertrude

When first I gazed on GERTRUDE'S face,
Beheld her loveliness and grace;
Her brave gray eyes, her raven hair,
Her ways, more winsome than the kiss
Spring gives the flowers; her smile, that is
Brighter than all the summer air
Made sweet with birds: - I did declare, -
And still declare! - there is no one,
No girl beneath the moon or sun,
So beautiful to look upon!
And to my thoughts, that on her dwell,
Nothing seems more desirable -
Not OPHIR gold nor ORIENT pearls -
Than seems this jewel-girl of girls.

1. Response
2. Last Days
3. Rembrandts
4. The Three Urgandas
5. Sunset on the River

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