The Metamorphosed Gypsies (excerpt)
1The fairy beam upon you,
2The stars to glister on you;
3 A moon of light
4 In the noon of night,
5Till the fire-drake hath o’ergone you.
6The wheel of fortune guide you
7The boy with the bow beside you;
8 Run aye in the way
9 Till the bird of day,
10And the luckier lot betide you.
11 To the old, long life and treasure,
12To the young, all health and pleasure;
13 To the fair, their face
14 With eternal grace,
15And the foul to be lov’d at leisure.
16To the witty, all clear mirrors,
17To the foolish, their dark errors;
18 To the loving sprite,
19 A secure delight;
20To the jealous, his own false terrors.
Online text copyright © 2003, Ian Lancashire for the Department of English, University of Toronto.
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