|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Bliss Carman. (18611929)|
| Heres 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.|
| There paused to shut the door|
A fellow called the Wind,
With mystery before,
And reticence behind.
| At the granite Gate.|
| The glad indomitable sea,|
The strong white sun.
| A Sea Child.|