Bliss William Carman Poems

When the dawn winds whisper
To the standing corn,
And the rose of morning
From the dark is born,
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I
I heard the spring wind whisper
Above the brushwood fire,
'The world is made forever
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(Sappho LXXIV)
If death be good,
Why do the gods not die?
If life be ill,
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WHEN morning is high o'er the hilltops
On river and stream and lake,
Wherever a young breeze whispers,
The sun-clad dancers wake.
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NOW the lilac tree's in bud,
And the morning birds are loud.
Now a stirring in the blood
Moves the heart of every crowd.
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THOUGHT is a garden wide and old
For airy creatures to explore,
Where grow the great fantastic flowers
With truth for honey at the core.
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I SAID to Life, 'How comes it,
With all this wealth in store,
Of beauty, joy, and knowledge,
Thy cry is still for more?
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I love the stony pasture
That no one else will have.
The old gray rocks so friendly seem,
So durable and brave.
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O MY dear, the world to-day
Is more lovely than a dream!
Magic hints from far away
Haunt the woodland, and the stream
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WHEN you hear the white-throat pealing
From a tree-top far away,
And the hills are touched with purple
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