To Bliss Carman

Great hearted brother to the wilderness,

Comrade of Wind and Sea! Interpreter

Of nomad Nature! Ere the quick'ning stir

Of Spring-sap thrills the wood from sullen stress

Of Winter's spell — away from throngèd press

Of urban ways thy wild feet wander far

Tracking the steps of some white Northern star

Whose rays are beacon to thy restlessness.

Weird mystic of the Northland's mystery,

Thou‘ front'st the Unseen Shadow, nor dost fear

To meet the Scarlet Hunter on the trail;

Pagan as Pan; to all things sylvan dear,

Nature's own vagrant, buoyant, driftless, free —

All winds and woods and waters cry thee hail!