Nike
Bliss Carman
1861 to 1929
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When they lift and stir —
Wakes in them and thrills;
With a voice more tender
Lovelier than morning,
I give thanks for one,
Delicate as grasses
With a soul more subtle
Wise with all the silence
Frailer than a moth's wing
Soft as rain in April,
Of the waiting hills,
Nike's very own—
Such a head the victors
And the autumn haze;
Rhythmed and poised and free
Than the early moon
Hears among the thrushes
Uses with full heart,
Seeking for her freedom
Of the purple asters
In new shapes of art;
When the gracious twilight
Must have praised and known,
One sweet lyric woman—
In the woods of June;
To the touch that mars;
Dearer than the sun.
Walking on the sea;
With that breast and bearing,
Than the light of stars,
I give thanks for her.
As the strong pure sea-wind
Quiet as the days
As superb, untrammeled,
Such a hand as Beauty
What do men give thanks for?