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THE VAGABOND, by            
First Line: The wind is in the wood, / the sap hath stirred
Last Line: They used to do!
Subject(s): Nature; Wandering & Wanderers; Wanderlust; Vagabonds; Tramps; Hoboes


THE wind is in the wood,
The sap hath stirred
Blue flowers in multitude,
And song of bird;
And, though her day hath been,
Last summer's fern
Is red among the green,
For to discern!

What scribe am I, I say,
To mope within,
Whenas the common's gay
With yellow whin,
When sun and shower and sod
In ancient plan
Do praise the hornéd god
Arcadian?

For I must be astir
With scrip and staff,
To hear the woodpecker
In April laugh,
Or go with jest and rhyme
A-journeying
By Tamis' flood from Prime
Till Nones doth ring!

Where lusty poplars bend
The path is free;
I'll tread it with a friend
For company,
Then rest and drink a glass
If they should brew
Ale at the "Dragon" as
They used to do!





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