Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TRAILS TO THE GREY EMPERORS, by IRIS LORA THORPE



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TRAILS TO THE GREY EMPERORS, by            
First Line: He is one in whom the gypsy gods delight
Last Line: Beyond an ivied wall.
Subject(s): Gypsies; Gipsies


He is one in whom the gypsy gods delight,
Journeying with the wind for compass, at night
Kindling his fire by some stream
Where waters rustling darkly over stone,
And willows chanting in silver monotone
Set music to his dream.

At dawn again upon his far nomadic way,
Up blue flights of hills sky-mounting where the grey
Emperors brood above eternal snows,
And down through canyons widening to green,
Far-sweeping waters where the wind cuts keen
And spray-light glints and glows.

But there will come a day in some throunged place,
When he will glimpse a shy miraculous face ...
The sombre cloak of loneliness will fall
Upon him and his trail-worn steps will turn
Down some old street where quiet tapers burn
Beyond an ivied wall.





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