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|
|14.||The House Across The Way||4/19/2010|
|17.||The Late Last Rook||4/19/2010|
|21.||A Song Of Honour||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,
A Wood Song
Now one and all, you Roses,
Wake up, you lie too long!
This very morning closes
The Nightingale his song;
Each from its olive chamber
His babies every one
This very morning clamber
Into the shining sun.