GORGIO lad, my tribe are waiting. Here at your garden's gate we part. The Romany heart with the road is mating, The caravan's ready to start, And it's I that must wander, wander, wander. Gardens a-many with never a wall Are blossoming back of the skyline yonder. Gorgio lad, they call! Strong are your arms, but the wind is stronger. It blows me out as the dust is blown. Love as I may, I can stay no longer. Dreaming at dusk alone It's I will be sighing, sighing, sighing, Seeing your eyes in the campfire's glow, But—this is the call there is no denying. Gorgio lad, I go. Heart to my heart once more—then let me Slip from your world as the sunset goes. Just as a falling star, regret me, Just as a fading rose, For it's I must be roving, roving, roving At the will of the wind between earth and sky. There are butterfly wings on a gypsy's loving. Gorgio lad, good-bye. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO SILENCE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE FIRST BLUEBIRD by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY SONNET TO MASTER GABRIELL HARVEY, DOCTOR OF LAWES by EDMUND SPENSER PENTUCKET [AUGUST 29, 1708] by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER JUNGLE by WILLIMINA L. ARMSTRONG SONNET: LEAVES by WILLIAM BARNES |