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    More Songs From Vagabondia

    By Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey

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    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherArchive Classics
    Release dateNov 27, 2013
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      More Songs From Vagabondia - Bliss Carman

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      Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey

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      Title: More Songs From Vagabondia

      Author: Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey

      Release Date: March 17, 2006 [EBook #18007]

      Language: English

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      MORE SONGS

      FROM

      VAGABONDIA

      Bliss Carman

      Richard Hovey

      Designs by

      Tom B. Meteyard

      Boston: Copeland and Day

      London: Elkin Mathews

      MDCCCXCVI

      COPYRIGHT, 1896,

      BY BLISS CARMAN AND RICHARD HOVEY.

      To M. G. M., so good to lighten cares,

      The boys inscribe this second book of theirs.

      CONTENTS.

      JONGLEURS

      EARTH'S LYRIC

      THE WOOD-GOD

      A FAUN'S SONG

      QUINCE TO LILAC

      AN EASTER MARKET

      DAISIES

      THE MOCKING-BIRD

      KARLENE

      KARLENE

      CONCERNING KAVIN

      KAVIN AGAIN

      ACROSS THE TABLE

      BARNEY MCGEE

      THE SEA GYPSY

      SPEECH AND SILENCE

      SECRETS

      THE FIRST JULEP

      A STEIN SONG

      THE UNSAINTING OF KAVIN

      IN THE WAYLAND WILLOWS

      WHEN I WAS TWENTY

      IN A SILENCE

      THE BATHER

      NOCTURNE: IN ANJOU

      NOCTURNE: IN PROVENCE

      JUNE NIGHT IN WASHINGTON

      A SONG FOR MARNA

      SEPTEMBER WOODLANDS

      NANCIBEL

      A VAGABOND SONG

      THREE OF A KIND

      WOOD-FOLK LORE

      AT MICHAELMAS

      THE MOTHER OF POETS

      A GOOD-BY

      IN A COPY OF BROWNING

      SHAKESPEARE HIMSELF

      AT THE ROAD-HOUSE

      VERLAINE

      DISTILLATION

      A FRIEND'S WISH

      LAL OF KILRUDDEN

      HUNTING-SONG

      BUIE ANNAJOHN

      MARY OF MARKA

      PREMONITION

      THE HEARSE-HORSE

      THE NIGHT-WASHERS

      MR. MOON

      HEM AND HAW

      ACCIDENT IN ART

      IN A GARDEN

      AT THE END OF THE DAY

      And ever with the vanguard

      The vagrant singers come

      The gamins of the city

      Who dance before the drum

      JONGLEURS.

      What is the stir in the street?

      Hurry of feet!

      And after,

      A sound as of pipes and of tabers!

      Men of the conflicts and labors,

      Struggling and shifting and shoving,

      Pushing and pounding your neighbors,

      Fighting for leeway for laughter,

      Toiling for leisure for loving!

      Hark, through the window and up to the rafter,

      Madder and merrier,

      Deeper and verier,

      Sweeter, contrarier,

      Dafter and dafter,

      A song arises,--

      A thrill, an intrusion,

      A reel, an illusion,

      A rapture, a crisis

      Of bells in the air!

      Ay, up from your work and look out of the window!

      "Who are the newcomers, Arab or Hindoo?

      Persians, or Japs, or the children of Isis?"

      --Guesses, surmises--

      Forth with you, fare

      Down in the street to draw nearer and stare!

      Come from your palaces, come from your hovels!

      Lay down your ledgers, your picks and your shovels,

      Your trowels and bricks,

      Hammers and nails,

      Scythes and flails,

      Bargains and sales,

      And the trader's tricks,

      Deals, overreachings,

      Worries and griefs,

      Teachings and preachings,

      Boluses, briefs,

      Writs and attachments,

      Quarterings, hatchments,

      Clans and cognomens,

      Comments and scholia,

      (World's melancholia)--

      Cast them aside, and good riddance to rubbish!

      Here at the street-corner, hearken, a strain,

      Rough and off-hand and a bit rub-a-dub-ish,

      Gives us a taste of the life we'd attain.

      Who are they, what are they, whence have they come to us?

      Where will they go.when their singing is done?

      What is the garb they wear, tattered and sumptuous,

      Faded with days and superb in the sun?

      What are they singing of?

      Hush!

      ... There's a ringing of

      Delicate chimes;

      And the blush

      Of a veiled bride morning

      Beats in the rhymes.

      Listen!

      Out of the merriment,

      Clear as the glisten

      Of dew on the brier,

      A silver warning!

      Sudden, a dare--

      Lyric experiment--

      Up like a lark in the air,

      Higher and higher and higher,

      The song shoots out of our blunder

      Of thought to the blue sky of wonder,

      And broken strains only fall down

      Like pearls on the roofs of the town.

      Somebody says they have come from the moon,

      Seen with their eyes Eldorado,

      Sat in the Bo-tree's shadow,

      Wandered at noon

      In the valleys of Van,

      Tented in Lebanon, tarried in Ophir,

      Last year in Tartary piped for the Khan.

      Now it's the song of a lover;

      Now it's the lilt of a loafer,--

      Under the trees in a midsummer noon,

      Dreaming the haze into isles to discover,

      Beating the silences into a croon;

      Soon

      Up from the marshes a fall of the plover!

      Out from the cover

      A flurry of quail!

      Down from the height where the slow hawks hover,

      The thin far ghost of a hail!

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