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We are the vagabonds of time, / And rove the yellow autumn days, / When all the roads are gray with rime / And all the valleys blue with haze.
We came unlooked for as the wind / Trooping across the April hills, / When the brown waking earth had dreams / Of summer in the Wander Kills.