Low Tide on Grand Pré: A Book of Lyrics

by Bliss Carman


 

CARNATIONS IN WINTER


 

YOUR carmine flakes of bloom to-night
     The fire of wintry sunsets hold;
Again in dreams you burn to light
     A far Canadian garden old.

The blue north summer over it

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     Is bland with long ethereal days;
The gleaming martins wheel and flit
     Where breaks your sun down orient ways.

There, when the gradual twilight falls,
     Through quietudes of dusk afar,

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Hermit antiphonal hermit calls
     From hills below the first pale star.

Then in your passionate love’s foredoom
     Once more your spirit stirs the air,
And you are lifted through the gloom

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     To warm the coils of her dark hair.