Lament By Bliss William Carman

Lament WHEN you hear the white-throat pealing From a tree-top far away, And the hills are touched with purple At the borders …

Peace By Bliss William Carman

Peace THE sleeping tarn is dark Below the wooded hill. Save for its homing sounds, The twilit world grows still. And I …

Why By Bliss William Carman

Why FOR a name unknown, Whose fame unblown Sleeps in the hills For ever and aye; For her who hears The stir …