Songs of the Sea Children

by Bliss Carman


 

XLIX


 

I was a reed in the stilly stream, 
Heigh-ho! 
And thou my fellow of moveless dream, 
Heigh-lo.

Hardly a word the river said, 

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As there we bowed him a listless head:

Only the yellowbird pierced the noon;
And summer died to a drowsier swoon,

Till the little wind of night came by,
With the little stars in the lonely sky,

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And the little leaves that only stir,
When shiest wood-fellows confer.

It shook the stars in their purple sphere,
And laid a frost on the lips of fear.

It woke our slumbering desire,

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As a breath that blows a mellow fire,

And the thrill that made the forest start,
Was a little sigh from our happy heart.

This is the story of the world,

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Heigh-ho! 
This is the glory of the world, 
Heigh-lo.