From the Green Book of the Bards

by Bliss Carman


 

FELLOW TRAVELLERS


 

Green are the buds of the snowball,
And green are the little birds
That come to fill my branches
Full of their gentle words.

What is it, tiny brothers?

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What are you trying to say
Over and over and over,
In your broken-hearted way?

Have you, too, darkling rumours
In your sweet vagrancy,—

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News of a vast encounter
Of storm and night and sea?