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Show THE CARNIVAL By Clinton Scollard 1 Oh, the autumn tide is the carnival tide, And what shall the carnival wear? Shall it be the blue of the haze hung skies 1 That is blent with gold and with topaz dyes? Shall it be the pied soft green that lies j On the meadow slope and the mountain side, Shimmering far and fair? I Nay, none of these for the carnival tide, For red is the carnival wear! And never a redder carnival shone Than now where the San and the Aisne flow on 1 In the red of the eve, in the red of the dawn, 1 And the uar fires rule and the thunders ride Under the autumn air! Of what avail is this carnival tide, i This blood red carnival wear, These carnival lines that rock and reel And eddy and sally and meet and wheel n And break like a surge on a shore of steel? iAye, what, when the doom-led men -have dieti, Does the King of tire carnival -:are?- - |