THE gipsies lit their fires by the chalk-pit gate anew, And the hoppled horses supped in the further dusk and dew; The gnats flocked round the smoke like idlers as they were And through the goss and bushes the owls began to churr. An ell above the woods the last of sunset glowed With a dusky gold that filled the pond beside the road; The cricketers had done, the leas all silent lay, And the carrier's clattering wheels went past and died away. The gipsies lolled and gossiped, and ate their stolen swedes, Made merry with mouth-organs, worked toys with piths of reeds: The old wives puffed their pipes, nigh as black as their hair, And not one of them all seemed to know the name of care. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER DEATH by FRANCES ISABEL PARNELL GETTYSBURG [JULY 1-3, 1863] by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE THE DESTRUCTION OF JERUSALEM BY THE BABYLONIAN HORDES by ISAAC ROSENBERG SABBATH HYMN by SOLOMON BEN MOSES HA-LEVI ALKABEZ IMPROMPTU: TO FRANCES GARNET WOLSELEY by ALFRED AUSTIN EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 23. SOONER WOUNDED THAN CURED by PHILIP AYRES |