Explore "The Purple Valleys" by Madison Cawein on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Far in the purple valleys of illusion / I see her waiting, like the soul of music, / With deep eyes, lovelier than cerulean pansies, / Shadow and fire, yet merciless as poison; / With red lips, sweeter than Arabian storax, / Yet bitterer than myrrh. -- O tears and kisses! / O eyes and lips, that haunt my soul forever!
Again Spring walks transcendent on the mountains: / The woods are hushed: the vales are blue with shadows: / Above the heights, steeped in a thousand splendors, / Like some vast canvas of the gods, hangs burning / The sunset's wild sciography: and slowly / The moon treads heaven's proscenium, -- night's stately / White queen of love and tragedy and madness.