John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Bliss Carman 1861-1929 John Bartlett
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| Here’s to the day when it is May And care as light as a feather, When your little shoes and my big boots Go tramping over the heather. |
| A Toast. |
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| There paused to shut the door A fellow called the Wind, With mystery before, And reticence behind. |
| At the granite Gate. |
| 3 |
| The glad indomitable sea, The strong white sun. |
| A Sea Child. |