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The Gipsy Maid
I love thee! And believe it true!
The while your gipsy maid avows
That unto death she’ll love but you,
While life’s blood in her bosom flows.
For you she’ll leave her home of old,
She’ll follow you the wide world o’er.
The gipsy’s love will ne’er grow cold
Until the gipsy breathes no more.
Black bread, while meal to meal succeeds,
Her passion ne’er will lull to sleep;
One burning kiss is all she needs,
Her gipsy blood its warmth will keep.
When time of trial draweth nigh,
No burning tears will she outpour;
Well skilled is she in misery—
’Twill only make her love thee more.
No change which doth our being move
A single pang to her can give;
But change in him her soul doth love
She hath no power to overlive.