THE TOWNSMAN
Pleasant enough in the seed time,
Pleasant enough in the hay time,
Pleasant enough in the grain time,
When oaks don golden gowns,
But the need time,
The grey time,
How bear ye them,
How fare ye then
When the rain clouds whip over the gorse on the downs,
How bear ye, them, how fare ye then?
GIPSY
We lie round the fire and we hark to the wind
As it wails in the gorse and it whips on the down,
And the wet-wood smoke drives us winking blind,
But there's smoke and wind and woe in the town
Harder to bear
There than here in the saddest month of the weariest year.
I am busy working to bring Ford Madox Hueffer's "The Gipsy and the Townsman" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
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