Later Poems / by Bliss Carman [electronic text]

Spring Night

IN the wondrous star-sown night, In the first sweet warmth of spring, I lie awake and listen To hear the glad earth sing.

I hear the brook in the wood Murmuring, as it goes, The song of the happy journey Only the wise heart knows.

I hear the trilling note Of the tree-frog under the hill, And the clear and watery treble Of his brother, silvery shrill.

And then I wander away Through the mighty forest of Sleep, To follow the fairy music To the shore of an endless deep.