Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Little Book of Modern Verse. 1917.
Bliss Carman
A Vagabond Song
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Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.
Of bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.
We must rise and follow her,
When from every hill of flame
She calls and calls each vagabond by name.