Bliss Carman

“And the lone thrush harkens to his own wild strain, And breathes it over and over again.”

“What has the world to give, that a man should be sad?”

“Over the shoulders and slopes of the dune I saw the white daisies go down to the sea.”

“The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry of bugles going by.”

“Make me over, Mother April, when the sap begins to stir!”

“There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood— Touch of manner, hint of mood; And my heart is like a rhyme, With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.”

“The golden-rod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down.”

“For it's always fair weather when good fellows get together.”

“Let the red dawn surmise What we shall do, when this blue starlight dies And all is new.”

“Have a new determination, a new dream, a new direction, a new dedication, a new discipline, a new delight.”

“Let me have a scarlet maple for a headstone, and a cedar for a footstone.”

“With a heart for any fate.”

“Lord of the far horizons, Give us the eyes to see Over the verge of the sundown The beauty that is to be.”

“My heart is a garden of dreams.”