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 and follow her, When from every hill of flame She calls and calls each vagabond by name. 

THREE OF A KIND.

 Three of us without a care In the red September Tramping down the roads of Maine, Making merry with the rain, With the fellow winds a-fare Where the winds remember. 

 Three of us with shocking hats, Tattered and unbarbered, Happy with the splash of mud, With the highways in our blood, Bearing down on Deacon Platt's Where last year we harbored. 

 We've come down from Kennebec, Tramping since last Sunday, Loping down the coast of Maine, With the sea for a refrain, And the maples neck and neck All the way to Fundy. 

 Sometimes lodging in an inn, Cosey as a dormouse-- Sometimes sleeping on a knoll With no rooftree but the Pole-- Sometimes halely welcomed in At an old-time farmhouse. 

  Loafing under ledge and tree, Leaping over boulders, Sitting on the pasture bars, Hail-fellow with storm or stars-- Three of us alive and free, With unburdened shoulders! 

 Three of us with hearts like pine That the lightnings splinter, Clean of cleave and white of grain-- Three of us afoot again, With a rapture fresh and fine As a spring in winter! 

 All the hills are red and gold; And the horns of vision Call across the crackling air Till we shout back to them there, Taken captive in the hold Of their bluff derision. 

 Spray-salt gusts of ocean blow From the rocky headlands; Overhead the wild geese fly, Honking in the autumn sky; Black sinister flocks of crow Settle on the dead lands. 

 Three of us in love with life, Roaming like wild cattle, With the stinging air a-reel As a warrior might feel The swift orgasm of the knife Slay him in mid-battle. 

 Three of us to march abreast Down the hills of morrow! With a clean heart and a few Friends to clench the spirit to!-- Leave the gods to rule the rest, And good-by, sorrow! 

WOOD-FOLK LORE. To T. B. M.

To T. B. M.

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