She had cornflowers in her ear, As she came up the lane; "What may be your name, my dear?" "Oh, sir, Gipsy Jane." "You are berry-brown, my dear" -- "That, sir, well may be; For I live, more than half the year, Under tent or tree." Shine, Sun, blow, Wind! Fall gently, Rain! The year's declined; be soft and kind, Kind to Gipsy Jane. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PLAIN LANGUAGE FROM TRUTHFUL JAMES by FRANCIS BRET HARTE SANDALPHON by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW WINTERTIME by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON MINNIE AND WINNIE by ALFRED TENNYSON THE BROOK; AN IDYL by ALFRED TENNYSON BETTY TO HERSELF by EDWARD W. BANNARD SONNET: HER WORST AND BEST by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |