Gypsy Lane by Juliette de Bairacli Levy You shall die, and I shall die! Take our places in the sky. You and she, and he and I, When the time comes, all must die. Thats a game we would play, Man and woman, girl and lad, In gypsy camps far away, Laughing times, yet passing sad. Poppy crowns for everyone, Red rose for the fairest one. We would shout, King Death to come, Laughing loudly, turn and run. Then more the cry! Who will die? Nor he, nor she, and not I, Want that fearful power to fly. We would pass the hours that way, Bed with Gypsies by cool streams, Golden days of dance and play, Harp and flute and tambourines. But poppy crowns droop and fade, Feet grow weary, hearts afraid. Time kills all in Gypsy Glade, Flower and tree, man and maid. Gone the Gypsies, every one, All who played the Gypsy game, Left the earth, its mirth and fun, Starry nights and hyacinth lane. None can play that game alone, Thus I want to hear the cry, Come now! Leave thy earthy home, Join the Gypsies in the sky. with my dear Erica Hadaway
Posted on: Mon, 24 Mar 2014 03:02:10 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015