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Bliss Carman (Блисс Кармен)


An April Morning


Once more in misted April
The world is growing green.
Along the winding river
The plumey willows lean.

Beyond the sweeping meadows
The looming mountains rise,
Like battlements of dreamland
Against the brooding skies.

In every wooded valley
The buds are breaking through,
As though the heart of all things
No languor ever knew.

The golden-wings and bluebirds
Call to their heavenly choirs.
The pines are blued and drifted
With smoke of brushwood fires.

And in my sister's garden
Where little breezes run,
The golden daffodillies
Are blowing in the sun.



Bliss Carman's other poems:
  1. The Flute of Spring
  2. Triumphalis
  3. The Givers of Life
  4. To a Young Lady on Her Birthday
  5. Morning in the Hills


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