Poem by Bliss Carman

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. The Sailing of the Fleets
2. 'Tis May Now in New England
3. Fireflies
4. The Urban Pan
5. The Tree of Heaven

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