Songs of the Sea Children

by Bliss Carman


 

XIV


 

The rain-wind from the East, 
So long a wanderer 
Beyond the sources of the sun, 
Brings back the crocus April and the showers. 
A heart upwelling in the forest flowers 
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Has made them lovers every one. 
Who makes the twilight seem to stir 
In happy tears released? 
There, there, sweetheart!

The night-wind from the West, 

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The broad eaves of the sky, 
Brings back across the orchard hills
The memories of a thousand springs with him;
And the white apple valleys in a dream
Listen to the dark whippoorwills. 
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Is the old burden of their joy 
So great they cannot rest? 
There, there, sweetheart!