A Vagabond Song
Bliss Carman
1861 to 1929
Track 1
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To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.
She calls and calls each vagabond by name.
There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood—
There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir;
And my lonely spirit thrills
Of bugles going by.
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
We must rise and follow her,
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.
The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
When from every hill of flame
And my heart is like a rhyme,