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Poem by Bliss Carman


The Flute of Spring


I know a shining meadow stream
That winds beneath an Eastern hill,
And all year long in sun or gloom
Its murmuring voice is never still.

The summer dies more gently there,
The April flowers are earlier,Ч
The first warm rain-wind from the Sound
Sets all their eager hearts astir.

And there when lengthening twilights fall
As softly as a wild bird's wing,
Across the valley in the dusk
I hear the silver flute of spring.



Bliss Carman


Bliss Carman's other poems:
  1. Dust of the Street
  2. Threnody for a Poet
  3. In Gold Lacquer
  4. Behind the Arras
  5. Triumphalis


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