Bliss Carman (Блисс Кармен)

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'Tis May now in New England
And through the open door
I see the creamy breakers,
I hear the hollow roar.

Back to the golden marshes
Comes summer at full tide,
But not the golden comrade
Who was the summer's pride.

1. The Tree of Heaven
2. A Sea Child
3. April Now in Morning Clad
4. Nike
5. A Lyric

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