
A poem about the changing seasons and the passing of time. The speaker reflects on the beauty of nature and the importance of living in the present moment.
By Bliss Carman · First published 1896 · Genre: Poetry, Nature · 186 words
Now is the time of year / When all the flutes begin, -- / The redwing bold and clear, / The rainbird far and thin.
In all the waking lands / There's not a wilding thing / But knows and understands / The burden of the spring.
Now every voice alive / By rocky wood and stream / Is lifted to revive / The ecstasy, the dream.
For Nature, never old, / But busy as of yore, / From sun and rain and mould / Is making spring once more.
Now is the Time of Year is listed on Textopian as a poem by Bliss Carman, dated 1896 CE.
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Seasonal · Nature · Poetry · Winter · Holidays · Celebrations · Reflection · Inspiration · Motivation · Escape · Imagination · Fantasy