Songs of the Sea Children

by Bliss Carman


 

LXXXV


 

O wonder of all wonders, 
The winter time is done, 
And to the low, bleak, bitter hills 
Comes back the melting sun!

O wonder of all wonders, 

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The soft spring winds return, 
And in the sweeping gusts of rain 
The glowing tulips burn!

O wonder of all wonders, 
That tenderness divine,

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Bearing a woman's name, should knock 
At this poor door of mine!