Songs from Vagabondia

by Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey


 

VAGABONDIA


 

OFF with the fetters
That chafe and restrain!
Off with the chain!
Here Art and Letters,
Music and wine,
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And Myrtle and Wanda,
The winsome witches,
Blithely combine.
Here are true riches,
Here is Golconda,
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Here are the Indies,
Here we are free—
Free as the wind is,
Free as the sea,
Free!
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Houp-la!

What have we
To do with the way
Of the Pharisee?
We go or we stay

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At our own sweet will;
We think as we say,
And we say or keep still
At our own sweet will,
At our own sweet will.
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Here we are free,
To be good or bad,
Sane or mad,
Merry or grim
As the mood may be,—
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Free as the whim
Of a spook on a spree,—
Free to be oddities,
Not mere commodities,
Stupid and salable,
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Wholly available,
Ranged upon shelves;
Each with his puny form
In the same uniform,
Cramped and disabled;
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We are not labelled,
We are ourselves.

Here is the real,
Here is the ideal;
Laughable hardship

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Met and forgot,
Glory of bardship—
World's bloom and world's blot;
The shock and the jostle,
The mock and the push,
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But hearts like the throstle
A-joy in the bush;
Wits that would merrily
Laugh away wrong,
Throats that would verily
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Melt Hell in Song.

What though the dimes be
Elusive as rhymes be,
And Bessie, with finger
Uplifted, is warning

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That breakfast next morning
(A subject she's scorning)
Is mighty uncertain!
What care we? Linger
A moment to kiss—
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No time's amiss
To a vagabond's ardor—
Then finish the larder
And pull down the curtain.

Unless ere the kiss come,

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Black Richard or Bliss come,
Or Tom with a flagon,
Or Karl with a jag on—
Then up and after
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The joy of the night
With the hounds of laughter
To follow the flight
Of the fox-foot hours
That double and run
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Through brakes and bowers
Of folly and fun.

With the comrade heart
For a moment's play,
And the comrade heart

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For a heavier day,
And the comrade heart
Forever and aye.

For the joy of wine
Is not for long;
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And the joy of song
Is a dream of shine;
But the comrade heart
Shall outlast art
And a woman's love
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The fame thereof.

But wine for a sign
Of the love we bring!
And song for an oath
That Love is king!
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And both, and both
For his worshipping!

Then up and away
Till the break of day,
With a heart that's merry,
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And a Tom-and-Jerry,
And a derry-down-derry—
What's that you say,
You highly respectable
Buyers and sellers?
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We should be decenter?
Not as we please inter
Custom, frugality,
Use and morality
In the delectable
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Depths of wine-cellars?

Midnights of revel,
And noondays of song!
Is it so wrong?
Go to the Devil!

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I tell you that we,
While you are smirking
And lying and shirking
Life's duty of duties,
Honest sincerity,
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We are in verity
Free!
Free to rejoice
In blisses and beauties!
Free as the voice
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Of the wind as it passes!
Free as the bird
In the weft of the grasses!
Free as the word
Of the sun to the sea—
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Free!