Bliss William Carman

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

Moonrise - Poem by Bliss William Carman

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AT the end of the road through the wood
I see the great moon rise.
The fields are flooded with shine,
And my soul with surmise.
What if that mystic orb
With her shadowy beams,
Should be the revealer at last
Of my darkest dreams!
What if this tender fire
In my heart's deep hold
Should be wiser than all the lore
Of the sages of old!


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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 13, 2010



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