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Poem by Bliss Carman
Oh, once I could not understand The sob within the throat of spring,Ч The shrilling of the frogs, nor why The birds so passionately sing. That was before your beauty came And stooped to teach my soul desire, When on these mortal lips you laid The magic and immortal fire. I wondered why the sea should seem So gray, so lonely, and so old; The sigh of level-driving snows In winter so forlornly cold. I wondered what it was could give The scarlet autumn pomps their pride. And paint with colors not of earth The glory of the mountainside. I could not tell why youth should dream And worship at the evening star, And yet must go with eager feet Where danger and where splendor are. I could not guess why men at times, Beholding beauty, should go mad With joy or sorrow or despair Or some unknown delight they had. I wondered what they had received From Time's inexorable hand So full of loveliness and doom. But now, ah, now I understand!
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