Between the Realms
A Vagabond Song in its entirety:
"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."
We must rise and follow her,
When from every hill of flame
She calls and calls each vagabond by name."
~ Bliss Carman (1861-1929); third stanza from his poem, A Vagabond Song
A Vagabond Song in its entirety:
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.
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
bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.
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.
We must rise and follow her,
When from every hill of flame
She calls and calls each vagabond by name.
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