April Airs: A Book of New England Lyrics

by Bliss Carman


 

GARDEN SHADOWS


 

WHEN the dawn winds whisper
To the standing corn,
And the rose of morning
From the dark is born,
All my shadowy garden
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Seems to grow aware
Of a fragrant presence,
Half expected there.

In the golden shimmer
Of the burning noon,

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When the birds are silent
And the poppies swoon,
Once more I behold her
Smile and turn her face,
With its infinite regard,
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Its immortal grace.

When the twilight silvers
Every nodding flower,
And the new moon hallows
The first evening hour,

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Is it not her footfall
Down the garden walks,
Where the drowsy blossoms
Slumber on their stalks?

In the starry quiet,

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When the soul is free,
And a vernal message
Stirs the lilac tree,
Surely I have felt her
Pass and brush my cheek,
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With the eloquence of love
That does not need to speak!