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| O’ER Carmel fields in the springtime the sea-gulls follow the plow. | |
| White, white wings on the blue above! | |
| White were your brow and breast, O Love! | |
| But I cannot see you now. | |
| Tireless ever the Mission swallow | 5 |
| Dips to meadow and poppied hollow; | |
| Well for her mate that he can follow, | |
| As the buds are on the bough. | |
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| By the woods and waters of Carmel the lark is glad in the sun. | |
| Harrow! Harrow! Music of God! | 10 |
| Near to your nest her feet have trod | |
| Whose journeyings are done. | |
| Sing, O lover! I cannot sing. | |
| Wild and sad are the thoughts you bring. | |
| Well for you are the skies of spring, | 15 |
| And to me all skies are one. | |
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| In the beautiful woods of Carmel an iris bends to the wind. | |
| O thou far-off and sorrowful flower! | |
| Rose that I found in a tragic hour! | |
| Rose that I shall not find! | 20 |
| Petals that fell so soft and slowly, | |
| Fragrant snows on the grasses lowly, | |
| Gathered now would I call you holy | |
| Ever to eyes once blind. | |
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| In the pine-sweet valley of Carmel the cream-cups scatter in foam. | 25 |
| Azures of early lupin there! | |
| Now the wild lilac floods the air | |
| Like a broken honey-comb. | |
| So could the flowers of Paradise | |
| Pour their souls to the morning skies; | 30 |
| So like a ghost your fragrance lies | |
| On the path that once led home. | |
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| On the emerald hills of Carmel the spring and winter have met. | |
| Here I find in a gentled spot | |
| The frost of the wild forget-me-not, | 35 |
| And—I cannot forget. | |
| Heart once light as the floating feather | |
| Borne aloft in the sunny weather, | |
| Spring and winter have come together— | |
| Shall you and she meet yet? | 40 |
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| On the rocks and beaches of Carmel the surf is mighty to-day. | |
| Breaker and lifting billow call | |
| To the high, blue Silence over all | |
| With the word no heart can say. | |
| Time-to-be, shall I hear it ever? | 45 |
| Time-that-is, with the hands that sever, | |
| Cry all words but the dreadful “Never”! | |
| And name of her far away. | |
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