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 ...
TO the assembled folk At great St. Kavin's spoke Young Brother Amiel on Christmas Eve; I give you joy, my ...
Time out of mind I have stood Fronting the frost and the sun, That the dream of the world might ...
The sun goes down, and over all These barren reaches by the tide Such unelusive glories fall, I almost dream ...
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