Explore "The Dreamer" by Madison Cawein on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Even as a child he loved to thrid the bowers, / And mark the loafing sunlight's lazy laugh; / Or, on each season, spell the epitaph / Of its dead months repeated in their flowers; / Or list the music of the strolling showers, / Whose vagabond notes strummed through a twinkling staff; / Or read the day's delivered monograph / Through all the chapters of its daedal hours. / Still with the same child-faith and child-regard / He looks on Nature, hearing, at her heart, / The beautiful beat out the time and place, / Whereby no lesson of this life is hard, / No struggle vain of science or of art, / That dies with failure written on its face.