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April
Airs: A Book of New England Lyrics
by
Bliss Carman
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FIRESIDE VISION
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ONCE
I walked the world enchanted
Through the scented woods of spring,
Hand in hand with Love, in rapture
Just to hear a bluebird sing.
Now the lonely winds of autumn
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Moan
about my gusty eaves,
As I sit beside the fire
Listening to the flying leaves.
As the dying embers settle
And the twilight falls apace,
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Through
the gloom I see a vision
Full of ardor, full of grace.
When the Architect of Beauty
Breathed the lyric soul in man,
Lo, the being that he fashioned
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of such a mould and plan!
Bravely through the deepening shadows
Moves that figure half divine,
With its tenderness of bearing,
With its dignity of line.
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Eyes more wonderful than evening
With the new moon on the hill,
Mouth with traces of God’s humor
In its corners lurking still.
Ah, she smiles, in recollection;
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Lays
a hand upon my brow;
Rests this head upon Love’s bosom!
Surely it is April now! |
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