From the Green Book of the Bards

by Bliss Carman


 

THE SPELL


 

I hung a string of verses
Against my cabin wall.
What think you was the fortune
They prayed might me befall?

Not fame nor health nor riches

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To tarry at my door,
But that my vanished sweetheart
Might visit me once more.

Out of the moted day-dream
Among the boding firs,

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They prayed she might remember
The lover that was hers.

They prayed the gates of silence
A moment might unclose,
The hour before the hill-crest

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Is flushed with solemn rose.

O prayers of mortal longing,
What latch can ye undo?
What comrade once departed
Ever returned for you?

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All day with tranquil spirit
I kept my cabin door,
In wonder at the beauties
I had not seen before.

I slept the dreamless slumber

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Of happiness again;
And when I woke, the thrushes
Were singing in the rain.