The Vagabonds (Bliss Carman Poem)
We are the vagabonds of time, And rove the yellow autumn days, When all the roads are gray with rime ...
We are the vagabonds of time, And rove the yellow autumn days, When all the roads are gray with rime ...
In a still room at hush of dawn, My Love and I lay side by side And heard the roaming ...
When all the stars are sown Across the night-blue space, With the immense unknown, In silence face to face. We ...
Time out of mind I have stood Fronting the frost and the sun, That the dream of the world might ...
I I heard the spring wind whisper Above the brushwood fire, "The world is made forever Of transport and desire. ...
The sun goes down, and over all These barren reaches by the tide Such unelusive glories fall, I almost dream ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
In Memory of John Keats By the Aurelian Wall, Where the long shadows of the centuries fall From Caius Cestius' ...
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