 | Letters of Laura D'Auverne |  |
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GIPSY GLEE.
When the windy clouds float wild,
Threat'ning tempest from the west;
When the young moon, like a child,
Rocks upon the cloud's soft breast;
Then sing we our gipsy glee,
By the faint light merrily!
Threat'ning tempest from the west;
When the young moon, like a child,
Rocks upon the cloud's soft breast;
Then sing we our gipsy glee,
By the faint light merrily!
When the raven shrieks on high
O'er her cold and rifled nest;
When her swart wing specks the sky,
Just above the moon's dim crest;
Then sing we our gipsy glee,
By the grim light cheerily!
O'er her cold and rifled nest;
When her swart wing specks the sky,
Just above the moon's dim crest;
Then sing we our gipsy glee,
By the grim light cheerily!
When all evil things awake,
And all good are wrapp'd in dream,
Then prowl we till morning break,—
Wayside hedge and willow stream;
Then lurk we by bank and tree,
Through the long night drearily!
And all good are wrapp'd in dream,
Then prowl we till morning break,—
Wayside hedge and willow stream;
Then lurk we by bank and tree,
Through the long night drearily!
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