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Wild Geese

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Wild Geese

by Elinor Chipp

I heard the wild geese flying In the dead of the night, With beat of
wings and crying

I heard the wild geese flying, And dreams in my heart sighing Followed
their northward flight. I heard the wild geese flying

In the dead of the night.

A Vagabond Song

by 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 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.

The Sea Gypsy

by Richard Hovey

I am fevered with the sunset, I am fretful with the bay, For the
wander-thirst is on me And my soul is in Cathay.

There’s a schooner in the offing, With her top-sails shot with fire, And
my heart has gone aboard her For the Islands of Desire.

I must forth again tomorrow! With the sunset I must be, Hull down on the
trail of rapture In the wonder of the Sea.

Home Thoughts from Abroad

by Robert Browning

Oh, to be in England

Now that April’s there,

And whoever wakes in England

Sees, some morning, unaware,

That the lowest boughs and the brush-wood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole
are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In
England—now!

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