Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, GOLD COIN, by DON FARRAN


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GOLD COIN, by                    
First Line: Gold coin, gold coin
Last Line: Who fought you near anoor!
Subject(s): Gold; Money


Gold Coin, Gold Coin
Tell me of the finding,
Tell me of the silken shawls
Hung against your door;
Tell me of the bloody brawls
Along the road awinding,
And what the dark men sang
Who brought me from Anoor.

Tell me of the coming
Of the men with flaxen hair,
A hundred of the King's men
Who fought you in the night;
Till the brewing of a caldron
Brought a storm across the air
And at the crimson dawning
You escaped in hurried flight.

Tell me of the silver lace
We found the spiders weaving
Underneath the rank grass
That flung across the moor;
Call again the bird notes
We startled in our leaving
And all the cries of booted men
Who fought you near Anoor!

Gold Coin, Gold Coin,
Tell me of the riding,
Tell me of the days we spent
Within a stranger land;
Tell me of the country-folk
Who helped us in our hiding,
And of the men who came to us
And joined our gypsy band.

Tell me of the white roads
That stretch out mile on mile,
Hung against the purple clouds
Where sunlight goes before;
And after that the strange land
Where women never smile
That is many miles away from
Those who hunt me in Anoor.

Show to me the lonely things
That you have had in keeping,
Lonely things and lovely things
That hide behind your door;
Give again that strange tale
You started when my weeping
Brought you all the ghosts of men
Who fought you near Anoor!





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