Poem by Bliss Carman

Spring Night

In the wondrous star-sown night,
In the first sweet warmth of spring,
I lie awake and listen
To hear the glad earth sing.

I hear the brook in the wood
Murmuring, as it goes,
The song of the happy journey
Only the wise heart knows.

I hear the trilling note
Of the tree-frog under the hill,
And the clear and watery treble
Of his brother, silvery shrill.

And then I wander away
Through the mighty forest of Sleep,
To follow the fairy music
To the shore of an endless deep.

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

Sara Teasdale Spring Night ("The park is filled with night and fog")

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