GYPSY DREAMS

With gypsy dreams

The wild heart turns

And visions fair of the almost things

A beauty rare to a dull mind brings:

With fairy tread

And careless head

I stroll high roads the mountain round

Where far below the sea waves sound.

No simple place

No normal face

But strange, fantastic haunts I know

Where pixies glow and weird winds do blow

As darkness falls

On giant walls

From the heights my drugged eyes look down

At dream dimmed lights of sylvan town