Bliss William Carman Poems

NOW the fire is lighted
On the chimney stone,
Day goes down the valley,
I am left alone.
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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
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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, -
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First all the host of Raphael
In liveries of gold,
Lifted the chorus on whose rhythm
The spinning spheres are rolled,–
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To T. B. M.
IN the crowd that thronged the pierhead, come to see their friends take ship
For new ventures in seafaring, when the hawsers were let
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AH, Pierrot,
Where is thy Columbine?
What vandal could untwine
That gay rose-rope of thine,
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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.
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Hem and Haw were the sons of sin,
Created to shally and shirk;
Hem lay 'round and Haw looked on
While God did all the work.
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NOW soon, ah, very soon, I know
The trumpets of the north will blow,
And the great winds will come to bring
The pale wild riders of the snow.
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I like the old house tolerably well,
Where I must dwell
Like a familiar gnome;
And yet I never shall feel quite at home....
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