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Poem by Bliss Carman Lament When you hear the white-throat pealing From a tree-top far away, And the hills are touched with purple At the borders of the day; When the redwing sounds his whistle At the coming on of spring, And the joyous April pipers Make the alder marshes ring; When the wild new breath of being Whispers to the world once more, And before the shrine of beauty Every spirit must adore; When long thoughts come back with twilight, And a tender deepened mood Shows the eyes of the beloved Like the hepaticas in the wood; Ah, remember, when to nothing Save to love your heart gives heed, And spring takes you to her bosom,— So it was with Golden Weed! Bliss Carman Bliss Carman's other poems: Poems of the other poets with the same name: 1287 Views |
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