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The Vagabond

REVERIE

In the Vagabond's free flow of thought,

"Too late for breakfast, and I guess the beard

Can grow another day. . . . Which course was it? . . .

All students must attend the final class

Before a holiday. . . . The paper's dull

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This morning. . . . Oh, yes, English; that was it. . . ."

The Vagabond reached for the usual coat,

But it was warm today. . . . He heard the bell

Din in the hour just as he reached the Yard.

He saw the smoking lawns where snow had been--

And how he wished to roll on them, but they

Were wet and spongy from the thaw.

But Spring was here!

He dreamt how he would lie beside that brook

Down on the farm. How he would hear the hollow

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