Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WANDERERS, by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY Poet's Biography First Line: As o'er the hill we roam'd at will Last Line: That chickens had been miss'd at syllabub farm. Subject(s): Wandering & Wanderers; Wanderlust; Vagabonds; Tramps; Hoboes | ||||||||
AS o'er the hill we roam'd at will, My dog and I together, We mark'd a chaise, by two bright bays Slow-moved along the heather: Two bays arch neck'd, with tails erect And gold upon their blinkers; And by their side an ass I spied; It was a travelling tinker's. The chaise went by, nor aught cared I; Such things are not in my way; I turn'd me to the tinker, who Was loafing down a by-way: I ask'd him where he lived -- a stare Was all I got in answer, As on he trudged: I rightly judged The stare said, "Where I can, sir." I ask'd him if he'd take a whiff Of 'bacco; he acceded; He grew communicative too, (A pipe was all he needed,) Till of the tinker's life, I think, I knew as much as he did. "I loiter down by thorp and town, For any job I'm willing; Take here and three a dusty brown, And here and there a shilling. "I deal in every ware in turn, I've rings for buddin' Sally That sparkle like those eyes of her'n; I've liquor for the valet. "I steal from th' parson's strawberry-plots, I hide by th' squire's covers; I teach the sweet young housemaids what's The art of trapping lovers. "The things I've done 'neath moon and stars Have got me into messes: I've seen the sky through prison bars, I've torn up prison dresses: "I've sat, I've sigh'd, I've gloom'd, I've glanced With envy at the swallows That through the window slid, and danced (Quite happy) round the gallows; "But out again I come, and show My face nor care a stiver For trades are brisk and trades are slow, But mine goes on for ever." Thus on he prattled like a babbling brook. Then I, "The sun hath slipt behind the hill, And my aunt Vivian dines at half-past six." So in all love we parted; I to the Hall, They to the village. It was noised next noon That chickens had been miss'd at Syllabub Farm. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUMS, ON WAKING by JAMES DICKEY A FOLK SINGER OF THE THIRTIES by JAMES DICKEY WANDERER IN A FOREIGN COUNTRY by CLARENCE MAJOR THE WANDERER by WYSTAN HUGH AUDEN LONG GONE by STERLING ALLEN BROWN BLACK SHEEP by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON A VAGABOND SONG by BLISS CARMAN HIC VIR, HIC EST' by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY |
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