Songs of the Sea Children

by Bliss Carman


 

LXXXIV


 

The willows are all golden now,
And grief is past and olden now; 
To the wild heart 
There comes a start
Will help it and embolden now.
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The birch tips are all slender now; 
The April light is tender now; 
And the soft skies 
Are calm and wise 
With vision of new splendour now.
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The streets are full of gladness now,—
Forget their look of sadness now; 
While up and down 
The flowery town 
Comes back the old spring madness now.
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