Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: PRELUDE, by BLISS CARMAN Poet's Biography First Line: These are the little songs Last Line: Turning her face to the sun. Subject(s): Songs; Children; Sea; Innocence; Spring; Happiness; Love | ||||||||
These are the little songs The wild sea children sang, When the first gold arch of light From rim to zenith sprang; When all the glad clean joys Of being came to birth, Out of the darkling womb Of the morning of the earth. And these are the lyric songs The earthborn children sing, When wild-wood laughter throngs The shy bird-throats of spring; When there's not a joy of the heart But flies like a flag unfurled, And the swelling buds bring back The April of the world. These are the April songs The vernal children sing, When the yellow pollen dust Floats on the stream in spring; When the swelling streams go down Through the deep and grassy floors, And the gold-fish and the turtle Bask at their river doors. And these are the innocent songs The forest children sing, When the whippoorwill's unrest Is a pulse in the heart of spring; When the dark of the frail new moon Is a globe of dim sea green, And no soul fears what its strange Sea-memories may mean. These are the happy songs The first sea children made, When the red morning roused them In the deep forest shade; When Hillborn said to Seaborn, "Sweetheart, but thou art fair!" And the shining silver sea-mist Made moonstones in her hair. These are the lilting songs The dark sea children knew, When the sands emerged, and the sea Was a lotus of Indian blue; When, blossom by wind-blown blossom, Their virginal zones undone, The world was a wide sunflower Turning her face to the sun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INVENTION OF LOVE by MATTHEA HARVEY TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS A LOVE FOR FOUR VOICES: HOMAGE TO FRANZ JOSEPH HAYDN by ANTHONY HECHT AN OFFERING FOR PATRICIA by ANTHONY HECHT LATE AFTERNOON: THE ONSLAUGHT OF LOVE by ANTHONY HECHT A SWEETENING ALL AROUND ME AS IT FALLS by JANE HIRSHFIELD A MORE ANCIENT MARINER by BLISS CARMAN |
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