Poems of Madison Cawein Vol. 3 — Proem

PROEM

_Oh, for a soul that fulfills Music like that of a bird!

Thrilling with rapture the hills, Heedless if any one heard.

_ _Or, like the flower that blooms Lone in the midst of the trees, Filling the woods with perfumes, Careless if any one sees.

_ _Or, like the wandering wind, Over the meadows that swings, Bringing wild sweets to mankind, Knowing not that which it brings.

_ _Oh, for a way to impart Beauty, no matter how hard!

Like unto Nature, whose art Never once dreams of reward.

_ A VOICE ON THE WIND