Bliss William Carman

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

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 In the broad herded meadows full of sun. And we would often at the fall of dusk Wander together by the silver stream, When the soft grass-heads were all wet with dew An... »

A Remembrance By Bliss William Carman

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 is the wind over Grand Pré Stirring the heads of the grasses, Sweet is the breath of the orchards White with their apple-blow. There at their infinite business Of m... »

The Rainbird By Bliss William Carman

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 misty wood-lots, Across the first spring heat, Comes the enchanted cadence, So clear, so solemn-sweet. How often I have hearkened To that high pealing strain Across ... »

Phi Beta Kappa Poem By Bliss William Carman

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 beauty as of old; And June, with scent of bayberry and rose And song of orioles— as she only comes By Massachusetts Bay —is here once more, Companioning our fê... »

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

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 the heart of every crowd. Word has gone abroad somewhere Of a great impending change. There’s a message in the air Of an import glad and strange. Not an idler in the... »

Daises By Bliss William Carman

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 army in June, The people God sends us to set our hearts free. The bobolinks rallied them up from the dell, The orioles whistled them out of the wood; And all of their singing was, ... »

Winter Streams By Bliss William Carman

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 wells Faintly from their icy bells, Telling how their hearts are bold Though the very sun be cold. Ah, but wait until the rain Comes a-sighing once ... »

The Givers Of Life By Bliss William Carman

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 toiling, our feet in the field of strife? Darkly they mused, predestined to knowledge of viewless things, Sowing the seed of wisdom, guarding the living springs. Little they reckoned priv... »

Lament By Bliss William Carman

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; When the redwing sounds his whistle At the coming on of spring, And the joyous April pipers Make the alder marshes ring; When the wild new breath of being Whispers... »

At Sunrise By Bliss William Carman

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 Takes the golden tinge, As the shafts of glory Pierce the summit’s fringe. Rock by rock the ledges Take the rosy sheen, As the tide of splendor Floods the dark ravine. ... »

The Winter Scene By Bliss William Carman

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 the hardy bitter-sweet ; Drivers have put their sheepskin jackets on; And all the ponds are sealed with sheeted ice That rings with stroke of skate and hockey-stick , ... »

Thanksgiving By Bliss William Carman

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 this body clean. I thank thee more for goodly wine, That wise as Omar I may be, Or Horace when he went to dine With Lydia or with Lalage. Hits: 0 »

If Death Be Good By Bliss William Carman

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 live? If love be naught, Why do the gods still love? If love be all, What should men do but love? Hits: 0 »

A New England Thanksgiving By Bliss William Carman

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 old grey homesteads Are quiet as can be, Among their stone-fenced orchards And meadows by the sea. Here lived the men who gave us The purpose tha... »

The Mendicants By Bliss William Carman

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. And some are dotards, who believe And glory in the days of old; While some are dreamers, harping still Upon an unknown age of gold. Hopeless or witless! Not one ... »

Peace By Bliss William Carman

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 muse In grave-eyed mystery, And watch the stars come out As sandalled dusk goes by. And now the light is gone, The drowsy murmurs cease, And through the still unknown I w... »

Off Monomoy By Bliss William Carman

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 sail, Moveless the pennant hung, Sagging over the rail Idle the main boom swung; The sea, one mirror of shine A single breath would destroy, Save for the fa... »

By Still Waters By Bliss William Carman

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 of God, — An old New England pasture Abandoned to peace and time, And by the magic of beauty Reclaimed to the sublime. About it are golden woodlands Of tulip and hickory; On t... »

Why By Bliss William Carman

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 Go by on the wind By night and day; And heeds no thing Of the needs of spring, Of autumn’s wonder Or winter’s chill; For one who sees The great sun freeze, As he wande... »

The Ghost-Yard Of The Goldenrod By Bliss William Carman

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 Upon the warm autumnal land, And all things wait the subtle change That men call death, is it not strange That I— without a care or need, Who only am an idle wee... »

Lockerbie Street By Bliss William Carman

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 go there with a magical air, The whole year long. The sun in his journey across the sky Slows his car as he passes by; The sighing wind and the grieving ra... »

Above The Gaspereau By Bliss William Carman

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 the sun has his will— The slow autumn sun that goes leisurely, taking his fill Of life in the orchards and fir-woods so moveless and still; As if, should they stir, they might b... »

The Unreturning By Bliss William Carman

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 white moon across my door A shadow in the twilight stirs; But now forever comes no more That wondrous look of Hers. Hits: 0 »

Summer Streams By Bliss William Carman

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. And the traveller drawing near Through the meadow, halts to hear Anthems of a natural joy No disaster can destroy. All night long from set of sun Through the s... »

In A Copy Of Browning By Bliss William Carman

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 sprinkled, And warped and crinkled From sleep on the grass. Is it a wine stain, Or only a pine stain, That makes such a fine stain On your dull blue,— Got... »

A Northern Vigil By Bliss William Carman

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 child. The heart of the forest grieves In the drift against my door; A voice is under the eaves, A footfall on the floor. Threshold, mirror, and hall, Vacant and strange... »

The Last Room By Bliss William Carman

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 and deplore. ‘How well,’ they say, ‘And silently we served you day by day,— Took every mood, as you were sad or gay In that strange mortal way.’... »

Now Is The Time Of The Year By Bliss William Carman

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 rainbird far and thin. In all the waking lands There’s not a wilding thing But knows and understands The burden of the spring. Now every voice alive By rocky wood and stream Is lift... »

By The Aurelian Wall By Bliss William Carman

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, A weary mortal seeking rest found room For quiet burial, Leaving among his friends A book of lyrics. Such untold amends A traveller might make In a strange ... »

Weather Of The Soul By Bliss William Carman

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 soul. It has its new-born Aprils, With gladness in the air, Its golden Junes of rapture, Its winters of despair. And in its tranquil autumns We halt to re-enforce Our tattered s... »

The Faithless Lover By Bliss William Carman

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 Fall out of love with thee. For, Life, thou art become a ghost, A memory of days gone by, A poor forsaken thing between A heartache and a sigh. And now, with shadows from the ... »

Lord Of My Heart’s Elation By Bliss William Carman

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, bear onward This mortal soul alone, To selfhood or oblivion, Incredibly thine own,— As the foamheads are loosened And blown along the sea, Or sin... »

An April Morning By Bliss William Carman

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 The looming mountains rise, Like battlements of dreamland Against the brooding skies. In every wooded valley The buds are breaking through, As though th... »

The Vagabonds By Bliss William Carman

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 valleys blue with haze. We came unlooked for as the wind Trooping across the April hills, When the brown waking earth had dreams Of summer in the Wander Kills. How far afiel... »

Summer Storm By Bliss William Carman

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 their ammunition of rain. Then the trumpeter wind gives signal To unlimber the viewless guns; The cattle huddle together; Indoors the farmer runs; And the fi... »

Hack And Hew By Bliss William Carman

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 left, To obey as he taught them how. And Hack was blind, and Hew was dumb, Buth both had the wild, wild heart; And God’s calm will was their burning will, And the gist of their toil w... »

A Mountain Gateway By Bliss William Carman

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 with summer. Deep in shade it lies A mighty cleft between the bosoming hills, A cool dim gateway to the mountains’ heart. On either side the wooded slopes come down, Hemlock and ... »

The Old Gray Wall By Bliss William Carman

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, And the goodly will be done. Did the hand of the builder guess, As he laid me stone by stone, A heart in the granite lurked, Patient and fond as his own? Lovers have leaned on me... »

On The Plaza By Bliss William Carman

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, where In golden pomp against the dark Green leafy background of the Park, St. Gaudens’ hero, gaunt and grim, Rides on with Victory leading him. The wet, black asphalt see... »

Christmas Song By Bliss William Carman

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 humblest rooftree, lo, A star is dancing on the snow. What makes the yellow star to dance Upon the brink of night? What makes the breaking dawn to glow... »

White Nassau By Bliss William Carman

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 down; From the Battery to Harlem there’s seven miles of slush, Through looming granite canyons of glitter, noise, and rush. Are you sick of phones and tickers and cra... »

The Garden Of Saint Rose By Bliss William Carman

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 knows. Below a solemn hillside, Within the folding shade Of overhanging beech and pine Its walls and walks are laid. Cool through the heat of summer, Still as a sacred grove, ... »

In The Wings By Bliss William Carman

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. There is a figure in the wings That never goes away, And though I cannot see his face, I shudder while I play. His shadow looms behind me here, Or capers at my side; And wh... »

An Autumn Garden By Bliss William Carman

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 of God, – An old New England pasture Abandoned to peace and time, And by the magic of beauty Reclaimed to the sublime. About it are golden woodlands Of tulip and hicko... »

The Sleepers By Bliss William Carman

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 up here within the sun, When time is done, And pick up all the treasures one by one Our hands let fall in sleep?’ ‘You have begun ... »

Spring Song By Bliss William Carman

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 heart beats and quivers To revive the days that were, Make me over, Mother April, When the sap begins to stir! Take my dust and all my dreaming, Count m... »

Hem And Haw By Bliss William Carman

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 did all the work. Hem was a fogy, and Haw was a prig, For both had the dull, dull mind; And whenever they found a thing to do, They yammered and went it blind. Hem was the fath... »

A Fireside Vision By Bliss William Carman

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 a bluebird sing. Now the lonely winds of autumn Moan about my gusty eaves, As I sit beside the fire Listening to the flying leaves. As the dying embers settle And ... »

The Nancy’s Pride By Bliss William Carman

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 the tide; And the skipper stood by the rail. All down, all down by the sleepy town, With the hollyhocks a-row In the little poppy gardens, The sea had her in tow. They let h... »

On Love By Bliss William Carman

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 the round year ends, We meet once more for gladness by God’s leave. On other festal days For penitence or praise Or prayer we meet, or fullness of thanksgiving; To-night... »

Bloodroot By Bliss William Carman

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, However sharp our eyes; Each year as if by magic They take us by surprise. Along the ragged woodside And by the green spring-run, Their small white heads ar... »

Veni Creator By Bliss William Carman

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 air Blown through the halls of death, Like a pale ghost of prayer,— I am thy breath. Lord of the blade and leaf, Lord of the bloom, Sheer Overlord of grief, Master of doom, Lonely a... »

The Gift By Bliss William Carman

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 more? ‘Count all the years of striving To make thy burden less, — The things designed and fashioned To gladden thy success! ‘The treasures sought and gathered ... »

In The Workshop By Bliss William Carman

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 man Moulded a shape from a clod, And put the loyal heart therein; While another stood watching by. ‘What’s that?’ said Beelzebub. ‘A lover,’ said God... »

A Vagabond Song By Bliss William Carman

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 like a rhyme, With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time. The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry Of bugles going by. And my lonely spirit thrills To... »

The Soul Of April By Bliss William Carman

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 tears are springing, And quickly they are dried, For sorrow walks before her, But gladness walks beside. She comes with gusts of laughter,— The music as of ri... »

Spring’s Saraband By Bliss William Carman

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 And swirl along the plain, Her headgear is the golden sun, Her cloak the silver rain. With colour and with music, With perfumes and wit... »

Garden Shadows By Bliss William Carman

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 Seems to grow aware Of a fragrant presence, Half expected there. In the golden shimmer Of the burning noon, When the birds are silent And the poppies swoon, Once more... »

A More Ancient Mariner By Bliss William Carman

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 the seas of clover. A waif of the goblin pirate crew, With not a soul to deplore him, He steers for the open verge of blue With the filmy world before him. His flimsy sail... »

The Homestead By Bliss William Carman

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 the hill-wind in the dusk, Wandering to and fro, Moves the moonflowers, like a ghost Of the long ago. Here from every doorway looks A remembered face, Every sill and pane... »

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