Bliss Carman (Блисс Кармен)

A Wood-path

At evening and at morning
By an enchanted way
I walk the world in wonder,
And have no word to say.

It is the path we traversed
One twilight, thou and I;
Thy beauty all a rapture,
My spirit all a cry.

The red leaves fall upon it,
The moon and mist and rain,
But not the magic footfall
That made its meaning plain.

1. I Loved Thee, Atthis, in the Long Ago
2. The Tent of Noon
3. Behind the Arras
4. A Fireside Vision
5. The Rainbird

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