| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Rainbird | | By Bliss Carman |
| | | FAR off I hear a rainbird. | |
| Listen! How fine and clear | |
| His plaintive voice comes ringing | |
| With rapture to the ear! | |
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| Over the misty wood-lots, | 5 |
| Across the first spring heat, | |
| Comes the enchanted cadence, | |
| So clear, so solemn-sweet. | |
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| How often I have hearkened | |
| To that high pealing strain, | 10 |
| Across the cedar barrens, | |
| Under the soft gray rain! | |
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| How often I have wondered, | |
| And longed in vain to know | |
| The source of that enchantment— | 15 |
| That touch of long ago! | |
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| O brother, who first taught thee | |
| To haunt the teeming spring | |
| With that divine sad wisdom | |
| Which only age can bring? | 20 | | | |
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