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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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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NOW the stars have faded
In the purple chill,
Lo, the sun is kindling
On the eastern hill.
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AH, Pierrot,
Where is thy Columbine?
What vandal could untwine
That gay rose-rope of thine,
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When I was just a little boy,
Before I went to school,
I had a fleet of forty sail
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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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LORD, said a flying fish,
Below the foundations of storm
We feel the primal wish
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