Gypsy Song
Nora Hopper Chesson
1871 to 1906
Track 1
Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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As if you were no more than snow
Never to strain the ears, and hark
I am out in the wind;
I cannot stay, you cannot bind —
My Dear.
Never to feel the outer cold,
Never to find hill worth the climb
Never to know a loss worth gain
You are the safe and firelit room,
You are the city, and this your doom-
Or soul that's worth the birthing-pain;
That slips away from me in rain.
You are shut in from snow and sleet,
For any foot but the foot of Time;
As you are strange to the winds that beat.
I am the open wold;
My feet are strange to the trodden street
My hands unclasp and let you go,
Never to fear the inner dark:
I love you, yet our souls are twain.
The mists that hover and blind.
Or joy that may be worth the tear —
For I am knowledge, you are fear.
My Dear!