Unconsciously, with eyes that yearn To look beyond the present far, For one faint future hope, I turn— There, in her garden, one fierce star, A cactus, red as war, Vermilion as a storm-sunk sun, Flames torrid splendor,—brings to life A sunset; memory of one Rich eve she said she ’d be my wife; An eve with beauty rife.
— from The Poems of Madison Cawein, Volume 2 (of 5) New world idylls and poems of love by Madison Julius Cawein
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