POETRY.
GYPSY MOTHER-SONG.
GOLD aglow on the gorse,
And kingly purple over the heather; And lilies on the river's course Lifting their silver cups together.
Lullaby and hushaby !
The wayfaring day is o'er; Thou and I, together we lie In the House of the Open Door: But for thee and for me, my child, Wandering folk and poor, There is treasure untold on meadow and moor, When the wind blows wild.
Gold aflame on the corn, And queenly crimson deep in the heather; And diamonds of the dew at morn, Flashing their rainbow drops together.
Lullaby and hushaby !
The wayfaring day is o'er; Thou and I, together we lie In the House of the Open Door: But for thee and for me, my child, Wandering folk and poor, There are jewels of price on meadow and moor, When the wind blows wild.
Gold alight in the sky, And royal red in the heart of the heather ; And all the night the stars go by, Waving their silver swords together.
Lullaby and hushaby !
The wayfaring day is o'er;
Thou and I, together we lie
In the House of the Open Door: But thee and for me, my child, Wandering folk and poor, There are dreams of delight on meadow and moor, When the wind blows wild.
MAY BYRON.
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