Explore "Low Tide on Grand Pré: A Book of Lyrics" by Bliss Carman on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
The apple harvest days are here, / The boding apple harvest days, / And down the flaming valley ways, / The foresters of time draw near.
Through leagues of bloom I went with Spring, / To call you on the slopes of morn, / Where in imperious song is borne / The wild heart of the golden wing.