The Gypsy
That was the top of the walk, when he said:
‘Have you seen any others, any of our lot,
With apes or bears?’
A brown upstanding fellow
Not like the half-castes,
up on the wet road near Clermont.
The wind came, and the rain,
And mist clotted about the trees in the valley,
And I’d the long ways behind me,
gray Aries and Biaucaire,
And he said, ‘Have you seen any of our lot?’
I’d seen a lot of his lot . . .
ever since Rhodez,
Coming down from the fair
of St. John,
With caravans, but never an ape or a bear.
