Songs of the Sea Children

by Bliss Carman




We wandered through the soft spring days,
And heard the flowers 
Talking among themselves of joys 
That were not ours.

Till April in a softening mood


Faltered a word 
The pretty gossips of the wood 
Had scarcely heard.

But somehow you, you caught the lilt
Of that wild speech


The tiny tribesmen found occult 
Beyond their reach.

Now when the rainman walks the field,
And robin sings, 
I hark to promises that hold

A thousand springs.