Poem by Bliss Carman

A Remembrance

Here in lovely New England
When summer is come, a sea-turn
Flutters a page of remembrance
In the volume of long ago.

Soft is the wind over Grand Pré,
Stirring the heads of the grasses,
Sweet is the breath of the orchards
White with their apple-blow.

There at their infinite business
Of measuring time forever,
Murmuring songs of the sea,
The great tides come and go.

Over the dikes and the uplands
Wander the great cloud shadows,
Strange as the passing of sorrow,
Beautiful, solemn, and slow.

For, spreading her old enchantment
Of tender ineffable wonder,
Summer is there in the Northland!
How should my heart not know?

1. I Loved Thee, Atthis, in the Long Ago
2. Behind the Arras
3. Triumphalis
4. The Rainbird
5. A Creature Catechism

Henry Alford A Remembrance ("Methinks I can remember, when a shade")

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