Songs of the Sea Children

by Bliss Carman


 

XXVIII


 

In the cool of dawn I rose; 
Life lay there from hill to hill 
In the core of a blue pearl, 
As it seemed, so deep and still.

Not a word the mountains said

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Of the day that was to be, 
As I crossed them, till you came 
At the sunrise back with me.

Then we heard the whitethroat sing,
And the world was left behind. 

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A new paradise arose 
Out of his untarnished mind.

The brown road lay through the wood,
And the forest floor was spread
For our footing with the fern,

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And the cornel berries red.

There the woodland rivers sang;
Not a sorrow touched their glee,
Dancing up the yellow sun,
From the purple mountain sea.

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Towns and turbulence and fame
Were as fabled things that lay
Through the gateway of the notch,
Long ago and far away.

There we loitered and went on,

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Where the roadside berries grew;
Earth with all its joy once more
Was made over for us two.

And at last a meaning filled
The round morning fair and good,

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Waited for a thousand years,
There was no more solitude.