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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE GIPSY'S TENT, by ELIZA COOK Poet's Biography First Line: Our fire on the turf, and our tent 'neath the tree Last Line: A night of wild glee in the gipsy's tent. | |||
Our fire on the turf, and our tent 'neath the tree, Carousing by moonlight, how merry are we! Let the lord boast his castle, the baron his hall, But the house of the gipsy is widest of all: We may shout o'er our cups, and laugh loud as we will, Till echo rings back from wood, welkin, and hill; No joy seems to us like the joys that are lent To the wanderer's life, and the gipsy's tent. Some crime and much folly may fall to our lot, We have sins, and pray where is the one who has not? We are rogues, arrant rogues; yet remember! 't is rare We take but from those who can very well spare; You may tell us of deeds justly branded with shame, But if great ones heard truth you would tell them the same. And there's many a king would have less to repent, If his throne were as pure as the gipsy's tent. Pant ye for beauty? Oh, where would ye seek Such bloom as is found on the tawny one's cheek? Our limbs that go bounding in freedom and health, Are worth all your pale faces and coffers of wealth: There are none to control us: we rest or we roam; Our will is our law, and the world is our home: Even Jove would repine at his lot if he spent A night of wild glee in the gipsy's tent. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD ARM-CHAIR by ELIZA COOK A FOREST THOUGHT by ELIZA COOK A HOME IN THE HEART by ELIZA COOK AFTER A MOTHER'S DEATH by ELIZA COOK |
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