Sanctuary Sunshine House Sonnets

by Bliss Carman

Illustrations by Whitman Bailey


 

THE MAGIC MAKER


 

Where the old Danbury Turnpike branches off
From the Valley Road to cross our meadow stream,
There is a shallow where the river sings
Slipping under the bridge where willows lean
From crumbling banks. There on a spell-bound day,
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Through the blue hazy doorway of the hills
October with her mystic pomp comes by.
As children watch a painter at his work
In awe until they win his slow regard,
The smile of those who dream and understand,
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We linger on entranced by glowing earth,
The splendor of the blazoned woods all still,
The pattern of the everlasting hours. . . .
The lone Designer of Indian Summer smiles.