Bliss William Carman

(15 April 1861 – 8 June 1929 / New Brunswick)

A Vagabond Song - Poem by Bliss William 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.


Comments about A Vagabond Song by Bliss William Carman

  • Ratnakar Mandlik (12/3/2015 11:32:00 PM)


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

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  • Susan Williams Susan Williams (12/3/2015 4:24:00 PM)


    This poem lilts and calls us by name! I am totally captivated by the talent (Report) Reply

  • Savita Tyagi (12/3/2015 3:35:00 PM)


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

  • Shah Surja Shah Surja (12/3/2015 12:38:00 PM)


    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.  (Report) Reply

  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (12/3/2015 10:05:00 AM)


    Very beautiful imagination fantastically written poem. (Report) Reply

  • Njuguna Peter Mnyagia Njuguna Peter Mnyagia (12/3/2015 8:43:00 AM)


    Very nice flow and rhythm. Love it sooo much (Report) Reply

  • B.m. Biswas B.m. Biswas (12/3/2015 7:46:00 AM)


    really October hits us fantastically...a lovely nature poem. (Report) Reply

  • Anil Kumar Panda Anil Kumar Panda (12/3/2015 5:00:00 AM)


    A nice song with nice flow and rhyming. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis Edward Kofi Louis (12/3/2015 4:58:00 AM)


    Like a cry but, with hope; going through the pains of life. Nice work. (Report) Reply

  • Oduro Bright Amoh (12/3/2015 4:00:00 AM)


    A sweet vagabond song with simple but interesting words (Report) Reply

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal Mohammed Asim Nehal (12/3/2015 1:39:00 AM)


    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..................wow (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 13, 2010



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