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April
Airs: A Book of New England Lyrics
by
Bliss Carman
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GARDEN
SHADOWS
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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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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! |
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