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Ballads
and Lyrics
by
Bliss Carman
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MARIAN
DRURY
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MARIAN
DRURY, Marian Drury,
How are the marshes full
of the sea!
Acadie dreams of your coming home
All year through, and her
heart gets free,—
Free on the trail of the wind to travel,
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and course with the roving tide,
All year long where his hands unravel
Blossom and berry the marshes
hide.
Marian Drury, Marian Drury,
Fret the long dikes with
uneasy foam.
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Drenched
with gold weather, the idling willows
Kiss you a hand from the
Norland home.
Marian Drury, Marian Drury,
How are the marshes full
of the sun!
Blomidon waits for your coming home,
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All day long where the
white winds run.
All
spring through they falter and follow,
Wander, and beckon the
roving tide,
Wheel and float with the veering swallow,
Lift you a voice from
the blue hillside.
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Marian Drury, Marian Drury,
How are the marshes full
of the rain!
April over the Norland now
Bugles for rapture, and
rouses pain,—
Halts before the forsaken dwelling,
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Where
in the twilight, too spent to roam,
Love, whom the fingers of death are quelling,
Cries you a cheer from the
Norland home.
Marian Drury, Marian Drury,
How are the marshes filled
with you!
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Grand
Pré dreams of your coming home,—
Dreams while the rainbirds
all night through,
Far in the uplands calling to win you,
Tease the brown dusk on
the marshes wide;
And never the burning heart within you
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