Poems of Madison Cawein Vol. 3 — Allurement

Across the world she sends me word, From gardens fair as Falerina’s, Now by a blossom, now a bird, To come to her, who long has lured With magic sweeter than Alcina’s. I know not what her word may mean, I know not what may mean the voices She sends as messengers unseen, That through the hush around me lean, And whisper till my heart rejoices.

Soon must I go.

I must away.

Must take the path that is appointed.

God grant I reach her realm some day, Where by her love, as by a ray, My soul shall be anointed.

AUGUST