Later Poems - Bliss Carman

Excerpt: ...Now the wind is in the street, For the creaking of the oar And the tugging of the sheet! Now the spring is in the town, Who would not a rover be, When the wintered keels go down To the calling of the sea? 'Tis May now in New England '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. In Early May O my dear, the world to-day Is more lovely than a dream! Magic hints from far away Haunt the woodland, and the stream Murmurs in his rocky bed Things that never can be said. Starry dogwood is in flower, Gleaming through the mystic woods. It is beauty's perfect hour In the wild spring solitudes. Now the orchards in full blow Shed their petals white as snow. All the air is honey-sweet With the lilacs white and red, Where the blossoming branches meet In an arbor overhead. And the laden cherry trees Murmur with the hum of bees. All the earth is fairy green, And the sunlight filmy gold, Full of ecstasies unseen, Full of mysteries untold. Who would not be out-of-door, Now the spring is here once more! Fireflies The fireflies across the dusk Are flashing signals through the gloom