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Bliss Carman (Блисс Кармен)


Bloodroot


When April winds arrive
And the soft rains are here,
Some morning by the roadside
These Fairy folk appear.

We never see their coming,
However sharp our eyes;
Each year as if by magic
They take us by surprise.

Along the ragged woodside
And by the green spring-run,
Their small white heads are nodding
And twinkling in the sun.

They crowd across the meadow
In innocence and mirth,
As if there were no sorrow
In all this wondrous earth.

So frail, so unregarded,
And yet about them clings
A sorcery of welcome,—
The joy of common things.

Perhaps their trail of beauty
Across the pasture sod
In jubilant procession
Is where an angel trod.



Bliss Carman's other poems:
  1. Triumphalis
  2. The Flute of Spring
  3. The Winter Scene
  4. To a Young Lady on Her Birthday
  5. The Ships of Saint John


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