THE WILD-FIRE HEART

For Pegasus

What makes your wild-fire heart cry low,

Calling for the gypsies so?

The violin with singing bow

The music and the dancing flow

Like phantom rhythms through your dreams

And you with willing heart take flight

To a high land place of strange delight

Pursuing ghost-fires in the night.

What is the song that beckons you still

To vagabond play beyond the hill?

All night long it lures you on

Only to find the caravan gone,

Misted away into the dawn.

What makes your yearning heart cry low,

Longing for gypsies so?