Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, A GYPSY SONG, by ANONYMOUS


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A GYPSY SONG, by                    
First Line: Can tute rakker romany?
Last Line: To my old sweetheart in her springtime gown
Subject(s): Fields;gypsies;singing & Singers;spring;towns; Pastures;meadows;leas;gipsies


CAN tute rakker Romany?
Then, hey! for the fields and the forests green
Lawyer or banker or dominie,
It does not matter what you have been.

Rye, larishan! A greeting fair
To all that live beneath the sun;
To men, to birds, to stag, to hare,
To all the things that creep or run.

Ah, I am in a gypsy mood,
That comes from days of long ago!
A subtle something in my blood,
I cannot name, but only know.

Rye, larishan! I may not give
You formal greeting on a day like this;
When all the things that move or live
Thrill with the rapture of the spring sun's kiss.

The scent of field and upturned sod;
The gleam and flash of the blue jay's wing;
The shimmer of leaves as they bend and nod;
The perfume the hedge rows glad outfling.

These beckon me, and I will not stay
Here in the noisy man-cursed town.
I am off to the road, to the scents of May,
To my old sweetheart in her springtime gown.





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