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

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