A Vagabond Song Bliss Carman There is something in the autu..
Added 2020-10-02 16:15:29 +0000 UTCA Vagabond Song Bliss Carman There is something in the autumn that is native to my bl00d— 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 bl00d astir; We must rise and follow her, When from every hill of flame She calls and calls each vagabond by name.
