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Poem by Bliss Carman * * * April now in morning clad Like a gleaming oread, With the south wind in her voice, Comes to bid the world rejoice. With the sunlight on her brow, Through her veil of silver showers, April o'er New England now Trails her robe of woodland flowers,— Violet and anemone; While along the misty sea, Pipe at lip, she seems to blow Haunting airs of long ago. Bliss Carman Bliss Carman's other poems: 1236 Views |
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