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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

For I must be astir
With scrip and staff,
To hear the woodpecker
In April laugh,
Or go with jest and rhyme
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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