Poem by Bliss Carman

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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.

1. I Loved Thee, Atthis, in the Long Ago
2. The Tent of Noon
3. Behind the Arras
4. A Fireside Vision
5. The Rainbird

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