Sanctuary Sunshine House Sonnets

by Bliss Carman

Illustrations by Whitman Bailey




Now the soft rain comes over the blue hill,
And the red-shouldered blackbird sounds his flute
Along the meadows of the Silvermine.
Between its willow banks the winding stream
Is tinged with violet dust, as the great moon
Rises in splendor on the Eastern ridge,
And through the twilight all the marshy ground
Rings with the silver chorus of the frogs.
In rocky groves the shy hepaticas
Awake to don their softest blue once more,
And troops of golden adder’s-tongue return.
In cool damp woods Jack-in-the-pulpit stands,
And the dark trillium for a mystic sign;
That all the old earth magic is renewed.



Between its willow banks the winding stream