Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE VAGABOND, by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS 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! | 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 A BLACK-LETTER STORY-BOOK by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS |
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