On the Romany Road

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Genres: Nonfiction

To Friends Who Endure Through Verses and Reverses My idle dreams the shadow-lace Upon the looms of day, That fairies dust with daffodils While shuttles play. The Romany Road Ho for the road-the Romany road . The road that lures away From heart 0 town To copse of brown Atoss with laurel spray. Bleak Winter wooes the Springtime December weds with May, When appleblossom drifts lie white Upon a gold-spun day. Will 0 the wisp the Romany road That bids my footsteps stray Prom heart o town Up hill and

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down Three thousand miles away Where poppy fields are flamin As April melts to May, And Giant redwoods guard the road T4ta adstdhco-Bapl. In Nicotina Oh she was a gay little cigareae, And he was a fat cigar, And side by side on a tabouret, They stood in a ginger jar. Tho nary a word could I understand, For they chaded in Aetobac, Pet wonderful things I am sure they planned Like lovers all d o a l a c k To-day shes a sad liftle cigarette, For gone is her brave cigar. And all alone on the tabouret She stands in the ginger jar. Now love is a marvelous thing tis true, And many a fault twill cloak-But often it ends, as the dream of these two, In nothing at all but smoke. My Truant Heart And I My truant heart and I went out Upon a highroad fair. The asters curtsied as we passed, The West wind tossed my hair. The world looked sweet and houri-eyed, Whichever way I trod, And every beggar seemed a prince And every knave a god. My truant heart and I went home Along the highway there. The asters curtsied as we passed, The West wind tossed my hair. But life that looked so houri-eyed Had proved beyond an odd That beggars were not princes---no Nor every knave a---god A Miniature A bit of old ivory---a frame of doll gold, And Dolly most c aintly arrayed. Her hair all apoodre, becomingly rolled, A gown of soft lilac brocade. There are pearls at her throat And a rose at her breast, And the shimmer of stars in her eyes, Yet I see her again in an old Army coat On the trail where The Lonesome Road lies. Where The Lonesome Road lies, Back of Might-Have-Been Town, Where ones memory flies As the daylight dips down. And it S odd how my heart Quickens now when I hold This frail bit of ivory Encircled in gold. The Rain Pool Once a little, doubting duckling Stood beside a puddle-pond Dipped one webbed foot in the water, Cocked an eye and looked beyond. Said I to him as he stood there Half afraid to venture in, While his wee pin-feathers trembled All alon h is prickly skin. Prith thee art thou a Balboa And thy pond a mighty ocean 2 Or a little fluffy Psyche With thy downy winds in motion Paddle in thou Ducky Daddles, Par be it from me to say Whether Love S a great adventure, Or a rain-pool by the way. My heart Ooes dreaming back again To other days I knew, To the only pirl I cant forget With eyes of haunting blue. Again I see the dim old church, Again the high-backed pew, And P e syift ing sweet and prim The way she used to do. Oh Peggy wore a bonnet, With nodding plumes upon it, And a ribbon bow tied underneath her chin, And a silver chain and locket, And a little brocade pocket Tbat she kept her Sunday kerchief tucked within. I see the high-backed pew again, The choir a sinping there, And a lin erings cent of lilacs Comes stealing thro the air, A a i nh er little hand seeks mine The way it used to dare, And P e voisce is whispering low, An old remembered prayer. Oh Peppy wears a bonnet With nod din plumes upon it, Our Pewy with her eyes of tender blue, And a silver chain and locket, And a dtrietly tailored 0. a ari lY tailored gown of modern hue I can see the cherry blossoms As they bloom in old Japan, Palling pink and white about her, Lide maid of Yokosan. I can see the gold of sunrise, And the silver of the moon, Hanging like an arch of Eros Oer the dusk of the lagoon...

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