Friday, October 5, 2012

Poem of the Week: A Vagabond Song

This is my favorite autumn poem.  A dear friend introduced me to it several years ago and I've loved it ever since.  Hardly an autumn day goes by that I don't think of this.  It perfectly captures everything I feel during this season.

A Vagabond Song
Bliss Carman

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.

Miss Melody Muffin


  1. This poem I learned in the sixth grade. It has been a lifetime favorite of mine .I have never forgotten it or the teacher who turned me on to the poetry of nature through the poems she taught us!


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