Last Songs from Vagabondia

by Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey




THE marigolds are nodding;
 I wonder what they know.
Go, listen very gently;
You may persuade them so.

Go, be their little brother,

As humble as the grass,
And lean upon the hill-wind,
And watch the shadows pass.

Put off the pride of knowledge,
Put by the fear of pain;

You may be counted worthy
To live with them again.

Be Darwin in your patience,
Be Chaucer in your love;
They may relent and tell you

What they are thinking of.