Sanctuary Sunshine House Sonnets

by Bliss Carman

Illustrations by Whitman Bailey




To-night with snow in the November air,
Over the roof I heard that startling cry
Passing along the highway of the dark—
The Wild Geese going South. Confused commands
As of a column on the march rang out
Clamorous and sharp against the frosty air.
And with an answering tumult in my heart
I too went hurrying out into the night
Was it from some deep immemorial past
I learned those summoning signals and alarms,
And still must answer to my brothers’ call?
I knew the darkling hope that bade them rise
From Northern lakes, and with courageous hearts
Adventure forth on their uncharted quest.