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