Later Poems

by Bliss Carman


 

"April Now in Morning Clad"


 

APRIL now in morning clad
Like a gleaming oread,
With the south wind in her voice,
Comes to bid the world rejoice.

With the sunlight on her brow,

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Through her veil of silver showers,
April o’er New England now
Trails her robe of woodland flowers,—

Violet and anemone;
While along the misty sea,

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Pipe at lip, she seems to blow
Haunting airs of long ago.