A Vagabond Song
Bliss Carman
1861 to 1929
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There is something in the autumn that is native my blood—
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and purple and the crimson keeping time.
The scarlet of maples can shake me like a cry
Of bugles by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the asters like a smoke upon the hills.
There is in October sets the gypsy blood astir;
We must and follow her,
When from every hill of flame
calls and calls each vagabond by name.