Bliss William Carman
Bliss Carman FRSC was a Canadian poet. He was born William Bliss Carman in Fredericton, in the Maritime province of New Brunswick. He published under the name "Bliss Carman," although the "Bliss" is his mother's surname.
As with many Canadian poets, nature figures prominently as a theme in his work. In his time, he was arguably Canada's best known poet, and was dubbed by some the "unofficial poet laureate of Canada."
Bliss Carman was the great-grandson of United Empire Loyalists who fled to Nova Scotia after the American Revolution, settling in New Brunswick (then part of Nova Scotia). His literary roots run deep with an ancestry that ... more »
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Bliss William Carman Poems
A Vagabond Song
There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood— Touch of manner, hint of mood; And my heart is like a rhyme,
A Winter Piece
OVER the rim of a lacquered bowl, Where a cold blue water-color stands I see the wintry breakers roll
A Song Before Sailing
Wind of the dead men's feet, Blow down the empty street Of this old city by the sea With news for me!
NOW the stars have faded In the purple chill, Lo, the sun is kindling On the eastern hill.
A Sea Child
The lover of child Marjory Had one white hour of life brim full; Now the old nurse, the rocking sea, Hath him to lull.
A Creature Catechism
LORD, said a flying fish, Below the foundations of storm We feel the primal wish
A Fireside Vision
ONCE I walked the world enchanted Through the scented woods of spring, Hand in hand with Love, in rapture Just to hear a bluebird sing.
HERE in lovely New England When summer is come, a sea-turn Flutters a page of remembrance In the volume of long ago.
A. M. M. BEHOLD her sitting in the sun This lovely April morn, As eager with the breath of life
An Autumn Garden
My tent stands in a garden Of aster and golden-rod, Tilled by the rain and the sunshine, And sown by the hand of God, -
A Captain Of The Press Gang
SHIPMATE, leave the ghostly shadows, Where thy boon companions throng! We will put to sea together Through the twilight with a song.
A Christmas Eve Choral
Halleluja! What sound is this across the dark While all the earth is sleeping? Hark! Halleluja! Halleluja! Halleluja!
A Mountain Gateway
I know a vale where I would go one day, When June comes back and all the world once more Is glad with summer. Deep in shade it lies
A Northern Vigil
HERE by the gray north sea, In the wintry heart of the wild, Comes the old dream of thee, Guendolen, mistress and child.
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A Vagabond Song
There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood—
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.
The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
Of bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.
There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir;
We must rise and follow her,
When from every hill of flame
She calls and calls each vagabond by name.