Songs of the Sea Children

by Bliss Carman


 

XLI


 

As orchards in an apple land,
That whiten to the moon of May,
Hear the first rainbird's ecstasy
Peal from the dark hills far away;

The wintry spaces of my soul,

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Snowed under by the drift of time,
Feel immortality begin
As your long kisses surge and climb.