Songs of the Sea Children

by Bliss Carman


 

XXIV


 

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

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

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

10

The tiny tribesmen found occult 
Beyond their reach.

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

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A thousand springs.