"There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood – Touch of manner, hint of mood; And my..."


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.

-

Bliss Carman, Vagabond Song

(via litverve)


Leave a comment


Please note, comments must be approved before they are published