VAGRANT VERSE
GYPSY WARE. “Brushes and brooms and pails to sell!” Have you never a spray of bramble as well? No sparkle of blue autumnal sky That shines through the oak’s brown leaf, blown high? No rushes plucked from a forest pond, Or golden bracken that grows beyond , No bud, nor flower with frost-rimmed bell? “Brushes and brooms and pails to sell!” Ob, whence do you come with your happy eyes, With your swinging van, and your merchandise ? Did you lead your horse from & cloudy
Through the splashing rain to my city door? Did you linger once on a far-off hill To muse on the distant city, till The night, dropped down on its thousand rooms ? “Oh, I sell brushes, and pails, and brooms’” Oh, yes, I shall want a broom and a pail, But wait—there’s a wind in the sea-wet sail. The sun is uprising over the downs, The blue mist clings to the country towns, With a sweet, cold tang in the freshening air— You have brought me much with your gypsy ware. M.A.B. in the . Christian Science Monitor.
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Southland Times, Issue 20147, 6 April 1927, Page 4
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181VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 20147, 6 April 1927, Page 4
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