Bliss Carman Poems

The sun goes down, and over all
These barren reaches by the tide
Such unelusive glories fall,
I almost dream they yet will bide
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When I was just a little boy,
Before I went to school,
I had a fleet of forty sail
I called the Ships of Yule;
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In Memory of John Keats
By the Aurelian Wall,
Where the long shadows of the centuries fall
From Caius Cestius' tomb,
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(Sappho LXXIV)
If death be good,
Why do the gods not die?
If life be ill,
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Wind of the dead men's feet,
Blow down the empty street
Of this old city by the sea
With news for me!
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I
I heard the spring wind whisper
Above the brushwood fire,
"The world is made forever
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When all the stars are sown
Across the night-blue space,
With the immense unknown,
In silence face to face.
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TO the assembled folk
At great St. Kavin’s spoke
Young Brother Amiel on Christmas Eve;
I give you joy, my friends,
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I
The rutted roads are all like iron; skies
Are keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves cling
In the bare woods, or the hardy bitter-sweet;
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I
Soul, what art thou in the tribes of the sea?
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