Gipsy Love. THE gipsy tents are on the down, The gipsy girls are here; And its O to be off and away from the town With a gipsy for my dear! We'd make our bed in the bracken With the lark for a chambermaid; The lark would sing us awake in the morning, We'd drink the sunlight all day long We would be free as birds are free The livelong day, the livelong day; And we would lie in the sunny bracken With none to say us nay. The gipsy tents are on the down, The gipsy girls are here; And its O to be off and away from the town With a gipsy for my dear. On the Roads. THE road winds onward long and white, I leave the lonely city street, The awful silence of the crowd; The rhythm of the roads I beat, My blood leaps up, I shout aloud, My heart keeps measure with my feet. A bird sings something in my ear, The wind sings in my blood a song 'Tis good at times for a man to hear; The road winds onward white and long, And the best of earth is here! The Wanderers. WANDERERS, ever wandering, Their eyelids freshened with the wind of the sea They wander, and the white roads under them They know the winds of all the earth, they know Wandering, ever wandering, Because life holds not anything so good As to be free of yesterday, and bound Into a world of unknown faces, where Faces of friendly strangers, not the long The joy of earth is yours, O wanderers, A little nearer somewhere, some few steps By some few counted milestones from the past. In the Woods of Finvara. I HAVE grown tired of sorrow and human tears; I have grown tired of rapture and love's desire : I would wash the dust of the world in a soft green flood: Here between sea and sea, in the fairy wood, Here, in the fairy wood, between sea and sea, me. |