Bliss William Carman

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

An April Morning - Poem by Bliss William Carman

ONCE more in misted April
The world is growing green.
Along the winding river
The plumey willows lean.
Beyond the sweeping meadows
The looming mountains rise,
Like battlements of dreamland
Against the brooding skies.
In every wooded valley
The buds are breaking through,
As though the heart of all things
No languor ever knew.
The golden-wings and bluebirds
Call to their heavenly choirs.
The pines are blued and drifted
With smoke of brushwood fires.
And in my sister's garden
Where little breezes run,
The golden daffodillies
Are blowing in the sun.


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  • Susan Williams (1/21/2017 3:05:00 PM)


    What a lovely lovely poem written straight from the soul (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 13, 2010



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