the gipsy girl.
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"List to me, boy: not where,
Formal and proud,
Breathing the pent-up air—
House-dwellers crowd
Was my young life confin'd,
Sped childhood's hours!
No; all was free as wind,
Gay as the flowers.
Formal and proud,
Breathing the pent-up air—
House-dwellers crowd
Was my young life confin'd,
Sped childhood's hours!
No; all was free as wind,
Gay as the flowers.
"In glen and valley's heart,
By the bright floods,
From the world's busy mart
Far in the woods,
Dwelt I with wandering ones—
Glad eyed and dark,
Agile as forest fawns,
Gay as the lark.
By the bright floods,
From the world's busy mart
Far in the woods,
Dwelt I with wandering ones—
Glad eyed and dark,
Agile as forest fawns,
Gay as the lark.
"The ceiling above us there
Arched not saloons;
The tapestries round us were
Leafy festoons.
The carpets on which we trod
Pampered not pride;
It was the enamell'd sod,
Verdant and wide.
Arched not saloons;
The tapestries round us were
Leafy festoons.
The carpets on which we trod
Pampered not pride;
It was the enamell'd sod,
Verdant and wide.
"While the dreams hovered still
O'er waking flowers,
To range the wild wood and hill
Freely was ours;
O'er waking flowers,
To range the wild wood and hill
Freely was ours;
