Wild Garden

by Bliss Carman


 

JUNE CALL


 

When June is come and the cool deep woods
Ring with the thrush and the oven-bird,
A madness springs in the heart of earth
Hearing the music creation heard.

So clear the magical wild notes fall,

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Who could bide with a book indoor,
And not away through the wide sweet world,
On the sway of that old Pandean lore!

I know in my heart ’tis time to go
On the Twilight Trail with its tawny kills,

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Where thrushes call to the frail new moon
In far blue passes among the hills.