A Vagabond Song
Bliss Carman
1861 to 1929
Track 1
Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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We must rise and follow her,
There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir;
To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.
And my lonely spirit thrills
There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood—
The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
When from every hill of flame
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.
And my heart is like a rhyme,
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
Of bugles going by.
She calls and calls each vagabond by name.