Songs of the Sea Children

by Bliss Carman


 

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The skiey shreds of rain 
Are all blown loose again, 
And bright among the dripping chestnut boles 
Whistle the orioles.

As if wise Nature knew

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The finest thing to do, 
And touched her forestry, supremely done,
With these few flakes of sun.

To-night by the June sea 
You are come back to me,

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Through all the mellow dark from hill to hill 
That gladdens and grows still;

As though wise Nature guessed 
Her love joys were the best, 
When down the darkling spaces of desire

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She sent your song and fire.