Bliss Carman (Блисс Кармен)

A Wood-path

At evening and at morning
By an enchanted way
I walk the world in wonder,
And have no word to say.

It is the path we traversed
One twilight, thou and I;
Thy beauty all a rapture,
My spirit all a cry.

The red leaves fall upon it,
The moon and mist and rain,
But not the magic footfall
That made its meaning plain.

1. Bloodroot
2. The Old Gray Wall
3. The Ships of Yule
4. I Loved Thee, Atthis, in the Long Ago
5. Garden Shadows

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