Gypsy heart (Winton James Baltzell)
- Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2023-09-15). Score information: Letter, 12 pages, 923 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes:
First published: 1910 Oliver Ditson Co.
Original text and translations
The April world is misted with emerald and gold;
The meadow-larks are calling sweet and keen;
Gypsy-heart is up and off for woodland and for wold,
Roaming, roaming, roaming through the green.
Oh, the wind—the wind and the sun!
Take the blithe adventure of the fugitive to-day;
Youth will soon be done.
From buds that May is kissing there trembles forth a soul;
The rosy boughs are whispering the white;
Gypsy-heart is heedless now of thrush and oriole,
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming of delight.
Oh, the song the song in the blood!
Magic walks the forest; there’s bewitchment on the air.
Spring is at the flood.
The wings of June are woven of fragrance and of fire;
Heap roses, crimson roses, for her throne.
Gypsy-heart is anguished with tumultuous desire,
Seeking, seeking, seeking for its own.
Oh, the far—the far is the near!
’Tis a foolish fable that the universe is wide.
All the world is here.