Low Tide on Grand Pré: A Book of Lyrics

by Bliss Carman




FOR a name unknown,
Whose fame unblown
Sleeps in the hills
     For ever and aye;

For her who hears

The stir of the years
Go by on the wind
      By night and day;

And heeds no thing
Of the needs of spring,

Of autumn’s wonder
     Or winter’s chill;

For one who sees
The great sun freeze,
As he wanders a-cold

     From hill to hill;

And all her heart
Is a woven part
Of the flurry and drift
     Of whirling snow;


For the sake of two
Sad eyes and true,
And the old, old love
So long ago.