Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The RainbirdBliss Carman
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Listen! How fine and clear
His plaintive voice comes ringing
With rapture to the ear!
Across the first spring heat,
Comes the enchanted cadence,
So clear, so solemn-sweet.
To that high pealing strain,
Across the cedar barrens,
Under the soft gray rain!
And longed in vain to know
The source of that enchantment—
That touch of long ago!
To haunt the teeming spring
With that divine sad wisdom
Which only age can bring?