I Loved Thee, Atthis, In The Long Ago By Bliss William Carman

I Loved Thee, Atthis, In The Long Ago (Sappho XXIII) I loved thee, Atthis, in the long ago, When the great oleanders were in flower…

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A Remembrance By Bliss William Carman

A Remembrance HERE in lovely New England When summer is come, a sea-turn Flutters a page of remembrance In the volume of long ago. Soft…

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The Rainbird By Bliss William Carman

The Rainbird I HEAR a rainbird singing Far off. How fine and clear His plaintive voice comes ringing With rapture to the ear! Over the…

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Phi Beta Kappa Poem By Bliss William Carman

Phi Beta Kappa Poem Harvard, 1914 SIR, friends, and scholars, we are here to serve A high occasion. Our New England wears All her unrivalled…

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Now The Lilac Tree’s In Bud By Bliss William Carman

Now The Lilac Tree’s In Bud NOW the lilac tree’s in bud, And the morning birds are loud. Now a stirring in the blood Moves…

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Daises By Bliss William Carman

Daises Over the shoulders and slopes of the dune I saw the white daisies go down to the sea, A host in the sunshine, an…

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Winter Streams By Bliss William Carman

Winter Streams NOW the little rivers go Muffled safely under snow, And the winding meadow streams Murmur in their wintry dreams, While a tinkling music…

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The Givers Of Life By Bliss William Carman

The Givers Of Life I. WHO called us forth out of darkness and gave us the gift of life, Who set our hands to the…

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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 of the day;…

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At Sunrise By Bliss William Carman

At Sunrise NOW the stars have faded In the purple chill, Lo, the sun is kindling On the eastern hill. Tree by tree the forest…

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The Winter Scene By Bliss William Carman

The Winter Scene I The rutted roads are all like iron; skies Are keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves cling In the bare woods, or…

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Thanksgiving By Bliss William Carman

Thanksgiving I thank thee, Earth, for water good, The sea’s great bath of buoyant green Or the cold mountain torrent’s flood, That I may keep…

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If Death Be Good By Bliss William Carman

If Death Be Good (Sappho LXXIV) If death be good, Why do the gods not die? If life be ill, Why do the gods still…

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A New England Thanksgiving By Bliss William Carman

A New England Thanksgiving IT is the mellow season When gold enchantment lies On stream and road and woodland, To gladden soul’s surmise. The little…

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The Mendicants By Bliss William Carman

The Mendicants We are as mendicants who wait Along the roadside in the sun. Tatters of yesterday and shreds Of morrow clothe us every one….

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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 am left to…

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Off Monomoy By Bliss William Carman

Off Monomoy HAVE you sailed Nantucket Sound By lightship, buoy, and bell, And lain becalmed at noon On an oily summer swell? Lazily drooped the…

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By Still Waters By Bliss William Carman

By Still Waters MY tent stands in a garden Of aster and goldenrod, Tilled by the rain and the sunshine, And sown by the hand…

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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 of the years…

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The Ghost-Yard Of The Goldenrod By Bliss William Carman

The Ghost-Yard Of The Goldenrod WHEN the first silent frost has trod The ghost-yard of the goldenrod, And laid the blight of his cold hand…

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Lockerbie Street By Bliss William Carman

Lockerbie Street For The Brthday Of James Whitcomb Riley, October 7, 1914 LOCKERBIE STREET is a little street, Just one block long; But the days…

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Above The Gaspereau By Bliss William Carman

Above The Gaspereau To H. E. C. THERE are sunflowers too in my garden on top of the hill, Where now in the early September…

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The Unreturning By Bliss William Carman

The Unreturning The old eternal spring once more Comes back the sad eternal way, With tender rosy light before The going-out of day. The great…

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Summer Streams By Bliss William Carman

Summer Streams ALL day long beneath the sun Shining through the fields they run, Singing in a cadence known To the seraphs round the throne….

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In A Copy Of Browning By Bliss William Carman

In A Copy Of Browning BROWNING, old fellow, Your leaves grow yellow, Beginning to mellow As seasons pass. Your cover is wrinkled, And stained and…

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A Northern Vigil By Bliss William Carman

A Northern Vigil HERE by the gray north sea, In the wintry heart of the wild, Comes the old dream of thee, Guendolen, mistress and…

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The Last Room By Bliss William Carman

The Last Room THERE, close the door! I shall not need these lodgings any more. Now that I go, dismantled wall and floor Reproach me…

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Now Is The Time Of The Year By Bliss William Carman

Now Is The Time Of The Year NOW is the time of year When all the flutes begin, — The redwing bold and clear, The…

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By The Aurelian Wall By Bliss William Carman

By The Aurelian Wall 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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Weather Of The Soul By Bliss William Carman

Weather Of The Soul THERE is a world of being We range from pole to pole, Through seasons of the spirit And weather of the…

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The Faithless Lover By Bliss William Carman

The Faithless Lover I O LIFE, dear Life, in this fair house Long since did I, it seems to me, In some mysterious doleful way…

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Lord Of My Heart’s Elation By Bliss William Carman

Lord Of My Heart’s Elation Lord of my heart’s elation, Spirit of things unseen, Be thou my aspiration Consuming and serene! Bear up, bear out,…

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An April Morning By Bliss William Carman

An April Morning ONCE more in misted April The world is growing green. Along the winding river The plumey willows lean. Beyond the sweeping meadows…

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The Vagabonds By Bliss William Carman

The Vagabonds We are the vagabonds of time, And rove the yellow autumn days, When all the roads are gray with rime And all the…

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Summer Storm By Bliss William Carman

Summer Storm THE hilltop trees are bowing Under the coming of storm. The low gray clouds are trailing Like squadrons that sweep and form, With…

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Hack And Hew By Bliss William Carman

Hack And Hew Hack ad Hew were the sons of God In the earlier earth than now: One at his right hand, one at his…

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A Mountain Gateway By Bliss William Carman

A Mountain Gateway I know a vale where I would go one day, When June comes back and all the world once more Is glad…

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The Old Gray Wall By Bliss William Carman

The Old Gray Wall Time out of mind I have stood Fronting the frost and the sun, That the dream of the world might endure,…

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On The Plaza By Bliss William Carman

On The Plaza One August day I sat beside A café window open wide To let the shower-fresh ened air Blow in across the Plaza,…

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Christmas Song By Bliss William Carman

Christmas Song ABOVE the weary waiting world, Asleep in chill despair, There breaks a sound of joyous bells Upon the frosted air. And o’er the…

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White Nassau By Bliss William Carman

White Nassau There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they hoot each other…

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The Garden Of Saint Rose By Bliss William Carman

The Garden Of Saint Rose THIS is a holy refuge, The garden of Saint Rose, A fragrant altar to that peace The world no longer…

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In The Wings By Bliss William Carman

In The Wings THE play is Life; and this round earth The narrow stage whereon We act before an audience Of actors dead and gone….

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An Autumn Garden By Bliss William Carman

An Autumn Garden My tent stands in a garden Of aster and golden-rod, Tilled by the rain and the sunshine, And sown by the hand…

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The Sleepers By Bliss William Carman

The Sleepers THE tall carnations crown the garden walks Bowed on their stalks. Said Jock-a-dreams to John-a-nods, ‘What are the odds That we shall wake…

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Spring Song By Bliss William Carman

Spring Song Make me over, Mother April, When the sap beings to stir! When thy flowery hand delivers All the mountain-prisoned rivers, And thy great…

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Hem And Haw By Bliss William Carman

Hem And Haw Hem and Haw were the sons of sin, Created to shally and shirk; Hem lay ’round and Haw looked on While God…

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A Fireside Vision By Bliss William Carman

A Fireside Vision ONCE I walked the world enchanted Through the scented woods of spring, Hand in hand with Love, in rapture Just to hear…

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The Nancy’s Pride By Bliss William Carman

The Nancy’s Pride ON the long slow heave of a lazy sea, To the flap of an idle sail, The Nancy’s Pride went out on…

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On Love By Bliss William Carman

On Love TO the assembled folk At great St. Kavin’s spoke Young Brother Amiel on Christmas Eve; I give you joy, my friends, That as…

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Bloodroot By Bliss William Carman

Bloodroot When April winds arrive And the soft rains are here, Some morning by the roadside These gipsy folk appear. We never see their coming,…

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Veni Creator By Bliss William Carman

Veni Creator I LORD of the grass and hill, Lord of the rain, White Overlord of will, Master of pain, I who am dust and…

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The Gift By Bliss William Carman

The Gift I SAID to Life, ‘How comes it, With all this wealth in store, Of beauty, joy, and knowledge, Thy cry is still for…

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In The Workshop By Bliss William Carman

In The Workshop ONCE in the Workshop, ages ago, The clay was wet and the fire was low. And He who was bent on fashioning…

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A Vagabond Song By Bliss William Carman

A Vagabond Song There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood— Touch of manner, hint of mood; And my heart is…

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The Soul Of April By Bliss William Carman

The Soul Of April OVER the wintry threshold Who comes with joy to-day, So frail, yet so enduring, To triumph o’er dismay? Ah, quick her…

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Spring’s Saraband By Bliss William Carman

Spring’s Saraband Over the hills of April With soft winds hand in hand, Impassionate and dreamy-eyed, Spring leads her saraband. Her garments float and gather…

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Garden Shadows By Bliss William Carman

Garden Shadows When the dawn winds whisper To the standing corn, And the rose of morning From the dark is born, All my shadowy garden…

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A More Ancient Mariner By Bliss William Carman

A More Ancient Mariner The swarthy bee is a buccaneer, A burly velveted rover, Who loves the booming wind in his ear As he sails…

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The Homestead By Bliss William Carman

The Homestead HERE we came when love was young. Now that love is old, Shall we leave the floor unswept And the hearth acold? Here…

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