Ralph Hodgson Poems
|2.||Time, You Old Gypsy Man,||4/19/2010|
|5.||The Royal Mails||4/19/2010|
|7.||The Song Of Honour||4/19/2010|
|13.||Reason Has Moons||4/19/2010|
|16.||The Late Last Rook||4/19/2010|
|19.||A Song Of Honour||4/19/2010|
|20.||The House Across The Way||4/19/2010|
|22.||A Wood Song||1/3/2003|
|26.||The Bells Of Heaven||4/19/2010|
|27.||The Gypsy Girl||4/19/2010|
The Gypsy Girl
'Come, try your skill, kind gentlemen,
A penny for three tries!'
Some threw and lost, some threw and won
A ten-a-penny prize.
She was a tawny gypsy girl,
A girl of twenty years,
I liked her for the lumps of gold
That jingled from her ears;
I liked the flaring yellow scarf
Bound loose about her throat,
I liked her showy purple gown
And flashy velvet coat.
A man came up, too loose of tongue,
And said no good to her;
She did not blush as Saxons do,
Or turn upon the cur;
She fawned and whined, 'Sweet gentleman,
"How fared you when you mortal were?
What did you see on my peopled star?"
"Oh well enough," I answered her,
"It went for me where mortals are!
"I saw blue flowers and the merlin's flight
And the rime on the wintry tree,
Blue doves I saw and summer light
On the wings of the cinnamon bee."