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A Vagabond Song

Rating: 3.1

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;
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 03 December 2015

This poem lilts and calls us by name! I am totally captivated by the talent

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Susan Williams 21 January 2017

Oh, what a lovely poem in all its textures and word choices and rhythm - -this goes on my Favorite list.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 03 December 2015

Amazing flow of imagery, rhyme and emotions. Enjoyed reading the meaningful poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points.

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Savita Tyagi 03 December 2015

Beautiful poem. In fall and spring vega bond spirit hits high and we follow it no doubt.

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Shah Surja 03 December 2015

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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Sara Blanford 23 September 2019

I have to learn this poem for class! ????

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Ed clapp 16 July 2019

My mother and I recited this year's ago now I recite it over the grave every fall thanks

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Kaaren Lynch 01 December 2018

I love this poem. I first heard it in the 7th grade, and it described perfectly the way I feel about autumn; and the way my blood stirs in autumn.

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Bill Spriggs 27 March 2018

I remember this poem when was a child in grade four in 1939 at Macdonald High School. My teacher, Shirley Osborn, was also very moved by this poem and read it to us. I still recall the words she read.

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Sherilyn Smith 16 December 2017

His poems ate so evocative and rich in emotion I love several of them.

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