Winter Streams

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Title:     Winter Streams
Author: Bliss Carman [More Titles by Carman]

Now the little rivers go
Muffled safely under snow,

And the winding meadow streams
Murmur in their wintry dreams,

While a tinkling music wells
Faintly from there icy bells,

Telling how their hearts are bold
Though the very sun be cold.

Ah, but wait until the rain
Comes a-sighing once again,

Sweeping softly from the Sound
Over ridge and meadow ground!

Then the little streams will hear
April calling far and near,--

Slip their snowy bands and run
Sparkling in the welcome sun.

[The end]
Bliss Carman's poem: Winter Streams

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