Bliss William Carman

(15 April 1861 – 8 June 1929 / New Brunswick)

Bliss William Carman Poems

1. The Garden Of Saint Rose 9/13/2010
2. The Mendicants 9/13/2010
3. The Unreturning 9/13/2010
4. The Homestead 9/13/2010
5. The Joys Of The Road 9/13/2010
6. To Rudyard Kipling 9/13/2010
7. White Nassau 9/13/2010
8. In The Workshop 9/13/2010
9. Lord Of My Heart's Elation 9/13/2010
10. Moonrise 9/13/2010
11. Night Lyric 9/13/2010
12. On The Plaza 9/13/2010
13. Off Monomoy 9/13/2010
14. In The Wings 9/13/2010
15. The Soul Of April 9/13/2010
16. The Vagabonds 9/13/2010
17. The Nancy's Pride 9/13/2010
18. The Sending Of The Magi 9/13/2010
19. Winter Twilight 9/13/2010
20. Under The April Moon 9/13/2010
21. Veni Creator 9/13/2010
22. Lockerbie Street 9/13/2010
23. Low Tide On Grand Pré 9/13/2010
24. Resignation 9/13/2010
25. Songs Of The Grass 9/13/2010
26. Over The Wintry Threshold 9/13/2010
27. Spring Night 9/13/2010
28. Weather Of The Soul 9/13/2010
29. The Heart Of Night 9/13/2010
30. The Eavesdropper 9/13/2010
31. The Faithless Lover 9/13/2010
32. The Ships Of Saint John 9/13/2010
33. The Rainbird 9/13/2010
34. The Redwing 9/13/2010
35. The Weed’s Counsel 9/13/2010
36. The World Voice 9/13/2010
37. Threnody For A Poet 9/13/2010
38. Why 9/13/2010
39. Peace 9/13/2010
40. In October 9/13/2010
Best Poem of Bliss William Carman

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.

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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 mighty cleft between the bosoming hills,
A cool dim gateway to the mountains' heart.

On either side the wooded slopes come down,
Hemlock and beech and chestnut. Here and there
Through the deep forest laurel spreads and gleams,

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