Bliss Carman (Блисс Кармен)

Under the April Moon

Oh, well the world is dreaming
Under the April moon,
Her soul in love with beauty,
Her senses all a-swoon!

Pure hangs the silver crescent
Above the twilight wood,
And pure the silver music
Wakes from the marshy flood.

O Earth, with all thy transport,
How comes it life should seem
A shadow in the moonlight,
A murmur in a dream?

1. Spring's Saraband
2. April Now in Morning Clad
3. Now Is the Time of Year
4. Now the Lilac Tree's in Bud
5. The Tree of Heaven

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