I To-day the dreamy distances Of grape-stained, purple hills Spun out thin, hazy mists that ran To greet far plains where streams began World-faring from their rills. And, oh, my heart was singing, dear! The wood, the wind, the sun With age-old scents my nostrils thrilled, With fierce, young strength my being filled, The hills and I were one! For, follow—follow—follow! The sweet wind calls to me. Hill-rim to misty hollow 'Tis follow—follow—follow! And oh, the far hill crest that hails The first gust of the sea! II To-day a pagan wreath wear I Of goldenrod and corn. To-day the russet world is clad In Bacchic mirth to make me glad, The joy of souls reborn. Oh, glad my heart is faring, dear, Through wood and wind and sun! The oils that flame you western sky Are not more brave—more brave than I. The hills and I are one! For, follow—follow—follow! The leaf-crisp highway calls. Hill-rim to misty hollow 'Tis follow—follow—follow! The drunken wind's mad vagrant I Beyond the city's walls! III To-day to cloud-blown sky above My reckless gage is flung. To-day a creaking highroad tree, A bonfire's blaze shall frantic me To ecstasies unsung. For, oh, my heart is singing, dear, With wood and sun and wind! Ho, bark-brown dryads of the trees— Ho, nereids of the cresting seas! The world is left behind. 'Tis follow—follow—follow The sword-flame of the sky! Hill-rim to misty hollow The cry goes, Follow—follow! And vagabond—thrice vagabond— Oh, vagabond am I! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEEDS OF VALOR AT SANTIAGO by CLINTON SCOLLARD THE TRANSLATION by MARK VAN DOREN THE BLIND ASTRONOMER by THOMAS ASA STANZAS ON FINDING THE KEY OF AN OLD PIANO by E. JUSTINE BAYARD |