Sanctuary Sunshine House Sonnets

by Bliss Carman

Illustrations by Whitman Bailey




Lord of the sunshine and the soul of earth,
Here is the slow autumnal afternoon
Drenched in the balm that sweetens the blue grape
And keeps the cricket chirping in the grass,
Musing on loveliness there come to us
Hints of supernal artistry,—we learn
The folly of impatience and despair.
Not the sublime sierras in their snows
Guarding the secrets of the Manitou,
Nor desert ranges flushed with sunrise gold,
Silent in wonder, nor the fragrant moors
Above the summer sea, are lovelier
Than these haze-haunted Indian-summer lands
In the wild Valley of the Rippowam.