April Airs: A Book of New England Lyrics

by Bliss Carman


 

BEFORE THE SNOW


 

NOW soon, ah, very soon, I know
The trumpets of the north will blow,
And the great winds will come to bring
The pale wild riders of the snow.

Darkening the sun with level flight,

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At arrowy speed, they will alight,
Unnumbered as the desert sands,
To bivouac on the edge of night.

Then I, within their somber ring,
Shall hear a voice that seems to sing,

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Deep, deep within my tranquil heart,
The valiant prophecy of spring.