Bliss William Carman Poems

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,
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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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OVER the rim of a lacquered bowl,
Where a cold blue water-color stands
I see the wintry breakers roll
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NOW the stars have faded
In the purple chill,
Lo, the sun is kindling
On the eastern hill.
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ONCE more in misted April
The world is growing green.
Along the winding river
The plumey willows lean.
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The lover of child Marjory
Had one white hour of life brim full;
Now the old nurse, the rocking sea,
Hath him to lull.
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LORD, said a flying fish,
Below the foundations of storm
We feel the primal wish
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To H. E. C.
THERE are sunflowers too in my garden on top of the hill,
Where now in the early September the sun has his will—
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HERE by the gray north sea,
In the wintry heart of the wild,
Comes the old dream of thee,
Guendolen, mistress and child.
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NOW the fire is lighted
On the chimney stone,
Day goes down the valley,
I am left alone.
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