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Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Little Book of Modern Verse. 1917.

Madison Cawein

Under Arcturus

“I BELT the morn with ribboned mist;

With baldricked blue I gird the noon,

And dusk with purple, crimson-kissed,

White-buckled with the hunter’s-moon.

“These follow me,” the Season says:

“Mine is the frost-pale hand that packs

Their scrips, and speeds them on their ways,

With gypsy gold that weighs their backs.”

A daybreak horn the Autumn blows,

As with a sun-tanned hand he parts

Wet boughs whereon the berry glows;

And at his feet the red fox starts.

The leafy leash that holds his hounds

Is loosed; and all the noonday hush

Is startled; and the hillside sounds

Behind the fox’s bounding brush.

When red dusk makes the western sky

A fire-lit window through the firs,

He stoops to see the red fox die

Among the chestnut’s broken burrs.

Then fanfaree and fanfaree,

His bugle sounds; the world below

Grows hushed to hear; and two or three

Soft stars dream through the afterglow.

Like some black host the shadows fall,

And blackness camps among the trees;

Each wildwood road, a Goblin Hall,

Grows populous with mysteries.

Night comes with brows of ragged storm,

And limbs of writhen cloud and mist;

The rain-wind hangs upon his arm

Like some wild girl who cries unkissed.

By his gaunt hands the leaves are shed

In headlong troops and nightmare herds;

And, like a witch who calls the dead,

The hill-stream whirls with foaming words.

Then all is sudden silence and

Dark fear—like his who cannot see,

Yet hears, lost in a haunted land,

Death rattling on a gallow’s-tree.

The days approach again; the days

Whose mantles stream, whose sandals drag,

When in the haze by puddled ways

The gnarled thorn seems a crooked hag.

When rotting orchards reek with rain;

And woodlands crumble, leaf and log;

And in the drizzling yard again

The gourd is tagged with points of fog.

Now let me seat my soul among

The woods’ dim dreams, and come in touch

With melancholy, sad of tongue

And sweet, who says so much, so much.