Wednesday, September 29, 2010

A Vagabond Song / Bliss Carman

 
A Vagabond Song

There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood —
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.

The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
Of bugles going by
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.

There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir;
We must rise and follow her,
When from every hill of flame
She calls and calls each vagabond by name.

~~
Bliss Carman
from
More Songs from Vagabondia, 1896
http://tinyurl.com/carman-vagabond-song

[Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the United States, and the European Union]

Bliss Carman biography

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