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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TREK FEVER, by JULIA FIELD BROWN First Line: The gypsies are calling Last Line: I'm on the high road. Subject(s): Gypsies; Gipsies | |||
The gypsies are calling On long, winding road. I rush from my hearthside; I lay down my load. The gypsies are singing Beside the red fire. There is no one can hold me For love or for hire. The gypsies are dancing Upon the gold hill. I know that my wild blood Can never be still. My life's with the gypsies. I lay down my load. My heart's with the gypsies. I'm on the high road. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ASSIMILATION OF THE GYPSIES by LARRY LEVIS THE SCHOLAR GIPSY by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE GYPSY by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS TO A GIPSY CHILD BY THE SEA-SHORE by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE GYPSIES [OR, GIPSIES] by HENRY HOWARTH BASHFORD |
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