Songs of the Sea Children

by Bliss Carman


 

CXXI


 

In the blue mystery of the April woods, 
Thy spirit now 
Makes musical the rainbird's interludes, 
And pink the peach-tree bough.

In the new birth of all things bright and fair, 

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'Tis only thou 
Art very April, glory, light and air,
And joy and ardour now!