Songs from a Northern Garden

by Bliss Carman


 

THE DEEP HOLLOW ROAD


 

Cool in the summer mountain's heart, 
It lies in dim mysterious shade, 
Left of the highway turning in 
With grassy rut and easy grade.

The marshes and the sea behind, 

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The solemn fir-blue hills before; 
Here is the inn for Heavy-heart 
And this is weary Free-foot's door.

O fellows, I have known it long;
For joy of life turn in with me;

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We bivouac with peace to-night,
And good-bye to the brawling sea.

You hear? That's master thrush. He knows 
The voluntaries fit for June, 
And when to falter on the flute

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In the satiety of noon.

A mile or two we follow in 
This rosy streak through forest gloom, 
Then for the ample orchard slopes 
And all the earth one snowy bloom!

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