1. I KNOW a gypsy boy With dreams in his eyes, And tears in his laughter, For life's made him wise. He carries quaint charms In his pack to sell, Good for the casting Of any dark spell. One is for harvests, And one is for gold, And one is for warm hearths When you are old. I bought a charm once With no coin to pay, But I've been a daft girl Since that day. 2. Once was a brown boy Taught me to sing, Took of my kisses But gave me no ring. My song was a gay lilt, Silver as the moon, But now I can only croak A harsh dark tune. 3. There is a gypsy lad Who flings coins away. Gold, he says, is heavy To carry at play. I was his partner once To dance and to sing, But I stopped to gather up The coins he would fling. Gold is a heavy load Just as he said, But now I must carry it Till I am dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SAVORING THE PAST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 6. SUNSET IN THE TROPICS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: HENRY MURRAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE LANDSCAPE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 4. DIFFERENCE OF OPINION WITH LYGDAMUS by EZRA POUND |