" There is something in the Autumn
that is native to my blood ~
Touch of manor, 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 a
smoke upon the hills.
There is something in October
sets the gypsy blood astir;
we must rise & follow her,
when from every hill of flame
she calls and calls
each vagabonding name."
{Bliss Carman}
