Poem by Bliss Carman

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'Tis May now in New England
And through the open door
I see the creamy breakers,
I hear the hollow roar.

Back to the golden marshes
Comes summer at full tide,
But not the golden comrade
Who was the summer's pride.

1. The Urban Pan
2. White Iris
3. Fireflies
4. The Path to Sankoty
5. Daffodil's Return

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