HERE in lovely New England <br />When summer is come, a sea-turn <br />Flutters a page of remembrance <br />In the volume of long ago. <br />Soft is the wind over Grand Pré <br />Stirring the heads of the grasses, <br />Sweet is the breath of the orchards <br />White with their apple-blow. <br />There at their infinite business <br />Of measuring time forever, <br />Murmuring songs of the sea, <br />The great tides come and go. <br />Over the dikes and the uplands <br />Wander the great cloud shadows, <br />Strange as the passing of sorrow, <br />Beautiful, solemn, and slow. <br />For, spreading her old enchantment <br />Of tender ineffable wonder, <br />Summer is there in the Northland! <br />How should my heart not know?<br /><br />Bliss William Carman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-remembrance-4/
