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A VAGABOND SONG by BLISS CARMAN

Poem Explanation

First Line: THERE IS SOMETHING IN THE AUTUMN THAT IS NATIVE TO MY BLOOD
Last Line: SHE CALLS AND CALLS EACH VAGABOND BY NAME.
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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