English poem To G. H. B. by Bliss Carman Listen in the reader Share: WhatsApp · Facebook · LinkedIn · X · Copy link "I shut myself in with my soul, And the shapes come eddying forth." More by Bliss CarmanThree Of A Kind.Threnody for a PoetThrough The TwilightTo a Young Lady on Her BirthdayTo RaphaelTo Richard LovelaceTraveller's JoyTreesAll 502 poems by Bliss Carman