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English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. At the Stile. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.

Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн)

At the Stile

Young Harry leapt over the stile and kissed her,
 Over the stile the stars a-winking;
He thought it was Mary, 't was Mary's sister
 And love hath a way of thinking.

"Thy pail, sweetheart, I will take and carry."
 Over the stile the stars hang yellow.
"Just to the spring, my sweetheart Harry."
 And love is a heartless fellow.

"Thou saidst me yea when the frost did shower
 Over the stile from stars a-shiver."
"I say thee nay now the cherry-trees flower,
 And love is taker and giver."

"O false! thou art false to me, sweetheart!"
 Over the stile the stars a-glister.
"To thee, the stars, and myself, sweetheart,
 I never was aught save Mary's sister.

"Sweet Mary's sister and thou my Harry,
 Her Harry and mine, but mine the weeping:
In a month or twain you two will marry
 And I in my grave be sleeping."

Alone among the meadows of millet,
 Over the stile the stars pursuing,
Some tears in her pail as she stoops to fill it
 And love hath a way of doing.

Madison Julius Cawein’s other poems:

  1. Baby Mary
  2. Before the End
  3. Bertrand De Born
  4. By the Annisquam
  5. Clearing

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