Sunday, October 27, 2019

Sunday Sunshine: Sing Me A Song

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. 1861

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