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the gipsy girl.
The Gipsy Girl.
Gentle page, pause thee now,
Lay down the lyre;
Raise to this care-fraught brow
Thine eyes of fire.
Strange is the spell that lies
In this dark glow,
Fraught with soul sympathies
For this heart's woe.
Lay down the lyre;
Raise to this care-fraught brow
Thine eyes of fire.
Strange is the spell that lies
In this dark glow,
Fraught with soul sympathies
For this heart's woe.
Oft have I noticed them
Mournfully rest
On pearl and costly gem,
Beading my vest;
On jewell'd tiara bright,
Circling my hair,
O'er this face now so white—
White with heart's care.
Mournfully rest
On pearl and costly gem,
Beading my vest;
On jewell'd tiara bright,
Circling my hair,
O'er this face now so white—
White with heart's care.
E'en when these halls ring back
Revelry's sounds,
Memory reveals a track
O'er other grounds;
Then might you see my lip
Wreath'd with a smile,
For old companionship
Is mine the while:
Revelry's sounds,
Memory reveals a track
O'er other grounds;
Then might you see my lip
Wreath'd with a smile,
For old companionship
Is mine the while:
