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First Line: There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood
Last Line: She calls and calls each vagabond by name.
Variant Title(s): An Autumn Song
Subject(s): Autumn; October; Seasons; Wandering & Wanderers; Fall; Wanderlust; Vagabonds; Tramps; Hoboes


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.

The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
Of 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.






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