Songs from Vagabondia

Songs from Vagabondia

Off with the fetters That chafe and restrain! Off with the chain! Here Art and Letters, Music and wine, And Myrtle and Wanda, The winsome witches, Blithely combine. Here are true riches, Here is Golconda, Here are the Indies, Here we are free Free as the wind is, Free, as the sea. Free! Houp-la! What have we To do with the way Of the Pharisee? We go or we stay 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. Here we are free To be good or bad, Sane or mad, Merry or grim As the mood may be, Free as the whim Of a spook on a spree, Free to be oddities, Not mere commodities, Stupid and salable, Wholly available, Ranged upon shelves; Each with his puny form In the same uniform, Cramped and disabled; We are not labelled, We are ourselves. Here is the real, Here the ideal; Laughable hardship Met and forgot, Glory of bardship World's bloom and world's blot; The shock and the jostle, The mock and the push, But hearts like the throstle A-joy in the bush; Wits that would merrily Laugh away wrong, Throats that would verily Melt Hell in Song. What though the dimes be Elusive as rhymes be, And Bessie, with finger Uplifted, is warning That breakfast next morning (A subject she's scorning) Is mighty uncertain! What care we? Linger A moment to kiss No time's amiss To a vagabond's ardor Thee finish the larder And pull down the curtain. Unless ere the kiss come, Black Richard or Bliss come, Or Tom with a flagon, Or Karl with a jag on Then up and after The joy of the night With the hounds of laughter To follow the flight Of the fox-foot hours That double and run Through brakes and bowers Of folly and fun. With the comrade heart For a moment's play, And the comrade heart For a heavier day, And the comrade heart Forever and aye. For the joy of wine Is not for long; And the joy of song Is a dream of shine; But the comrade heart Shall outlast art And a woman's love The fame thereof. But wine for a sign Of the love we bring! And song for an oath That Love is king! And both, and both For his worshipping! Then up and away Till the break of day, With a heart that's merry, And a Tom-and-Jerry, And a derry-down-derry What's that you say. You highly respectable Buyers and sellers? We should be decenter? Not as we please inter Custom, frugality, Use and morality In the delectable Depths of wine-cellars? Midnights of revel, And noondays of song! Is it so wrong? Go to the Devil! I tell you that we, While you are smirking And lying and shirking life's duty of duties, Honest sincerity, We are in verity Free! Free to rejoice In blisses and beauties! Free as the voice 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 Free! ......Buy Now (To Read More)

Product details

Ebook Number: 18238
Author: Carman, Bliss
Release Date: Apr 23, 2006
Format: eBook
Language: English

Contributors

Contributor (Author): Hovey, Richard, 1864-1900