Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TRAILS TO THE GREY EMPERORS, by IRIS LORA THORPE 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ASSIMILATION OF THE GYPSIES by LARRY LEVIS THE SCHOLAR GIPSY by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE GYPSY by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS TO A GIPSY CHILD BY THE SEA-SHORE by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE GYPSIES [OR, GIPSIES] by HENRY HOWARTH BASHFORD FAINT BLOW THE BUGLES OF MEMORY by IRIS LORA THORPE |
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