Madison Julius Cawein,
The Poems of Madison Cawein, Volume 4…
“ Good, sirs!—Marry!—'Twas the cock!—Hey, away! the moon's lost fire!—Ho! the cock! our dial and clock—Hide beneath this brier! [149] ON THE EVE OF ST. JOHN (Scandinavian) Dizzily round,On the elf-hills, white in the mellow moonlight,To a sweet, unholy, ravishing soundOf wizard voices from underground,Their mazy dance the Elle-maids woundOn St. John's Eve. Beautiful white,Like a wreath of mist by the starbeams kissed,Their frail, sweet faces bloomed out of the night,With floating tresses of firefly light,That puffed like foam to the left and the right,On St. John's Eve. ”
