Gypsy Song - 9 Dec 1890

 

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Publication: San Antonio Daily Light

Location: San Antonio, Texas, United States Of America

Issue Date: December 9, 1890, Page 11

GYPSY SONG

There, where the path so plain goes by,

Where deep in the thicket my hut doth lie,

Where corn stands green in the gardens plot,

The brook ripples by so freshly there,

The way is so open, so wide, so fair --

My heart's best beloved, he treads it not. 

There, where I spin at my door without,

And morning winds, whisp'ring round about,

With scent of roses enfold the spot;

Where I sit at even, and sing my lay

Quite low, to the wand'rer who goes his way --

My heart's best beloved, he hears it not.

There, where on Sundays I go alone,

To the old, old well with the milk white stone,

Where by the fence, in a nook forgot,

There rises a spring in the daisied grass

That makes whoso drinks of it love -- alas!

My heart's best beloved, he drinks it not.

There, by my window, where day by day,

When sunbeams first brighten the morning's gray,

I lean and dream of my weary lot,

And wait his coming, and softly cry

For love's great longing, that makes us die --

My heart's best beloved, he dieth not!

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