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The God Of The Wood Post by :higginb3 Category :Poems Author :Bliss Carman Date :October 2011 Read :3162

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The God Of The Wood

Here all the forces of the wood
As one converge,
To make the soul of solitude
Where all things merge.

The sun, the rain-wind, and the rain,
The visiting moon,
The hurrying cloud by peak and plain,
Each with its boon.

Here power attains perfection still
In mighty ease,
That the great earth may have her will
Of joy and peace.

And so through me, the mortal born
Of plasmic clay,
Immortal powers, kind, fierce, forlorn,
And glad, have sway.

Eternal passions, ardors fine,
And monstrous fears,
Rule and rebel, serene, malign,
Or loosed in tears;

Until at last they shall evolve
From griefs and joys
Some steady light, some firm resolve,
Some Godlike poise.

(The end)
Bliss Carman's poem: God Of The Wood

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At Sunrise At Sunrise

At Sunrise
Now the stars have faded In the purple chill, Lo, the sun is kindling On the eastern hill. Tree by tree the forest Takes the golden tinge, As the shafts of glory Pierce the summit's fringe. Rock by rock the ledges Take the rosy sheen, As the tide of splendor Floods the dark ravine. Like a shining angel At my cabin door, Shod with hope and silence, Day is come once more. Then, as if in sorrow That you are not here, All

Summer Streams Summer Streams

Summer Streams
All day long beneath the sun Shining through the fields they run, Singing in a cadence known To the seraphs round the throne. And the traveller drawing near Through the meadow, halts to hear Anthems of a natural joy No disaster can destroy. All night long from set of sun Through the starry woods they run, Singing through the purple dark Songs to make a traveller hark. All night long, when winds are low, Underneath my window go The immortal happy streams, Making music through my