Low Tide on Grand Pré: A Book of Lyrics

by Bliss Carman




THE lyric April time is forth
     With lyric mornings, frost and sun;
     From leaguers vast of night undone
Auroral mild new stars are born.

And ever at the year’s return,

     Along the valleys gray with rime,
     Thou leadest as of old, where time
Can naught but follow to thy sway,

The trail is far through leagues of spring,
     And long the quest to the white core

     Of harvest quiet, yet once more
I gird me to the old unrest.

I know I shall not ever meet
     Thy still regard across the year,
     And yet I know thou wilt draw near,

When the last hour of pain and loss

Drifts out to slumber, and the deeps
     Of nightfall feel God’s had unbar
     His lyric April, star by star,
And the lost twilight land reveal.