April airs : a book of New England lyrics / Bliss Carman [electronic text]

SONGS OF THE GRASS.

I
ON THE DUNES.

HERE all night on the dunes In the rocking wind we sleep; Watched by the sentry stars, Lulled by the drone of the deep.

Till hark, in the chill of the dawn A field lark wakes and cries, And over the floor of the sea We watch the round sun rise.

The world is washed once more In a tide of purple and gold, And the heart of the land is filled With desires and dreams untold.

II
LORD OF MORNING.

Lord of morning, light of day, Sacred color-kindling sun, We salute thee in the way, — Pilgrims robed in rose and dun.

For thou art a pilgrim too, Overlord of all our band. In thy fervor we renew Qests we do not understand.

At thy summons we arise, At thy touch put glory on, And with glad unanxious eyes Take the journey thou hast gone.

III
THE TRAVELLER.

Before the night-blue fades And the stars are quite gone, I lift my head At the noiseless tread Of the angel of dawn.

I hear no word, yet my heart Is beating apace; Then in glory all still On the eastern hill I behold his face.

All day through the world he goes, Making glad, setting free; Then his day's work done, On the galleon sun He sinks in the sea.