'Come, try your skill, kind gentlemen, <br />A penny for three tries!' <br />Some threw and lost, some threw and won <br />A ten-a-penny prize. <br /> <br />She was a tawny gypsy girl, <br />A girl of twenty years, <br />I liked her for the lumps of gold <br />That jingled from her ears; <br /> <br />I liked the flaring yellow scarf <br />Bound loose about her throat, <br />I liked her showy purple gown <br />And flashy velvet coat. <br /> <br />A man came up, too loose of tongue, <br />And said no good to her; <br />She did not blush as Saxons do, <br />Or turn upon the cur; <br /> <br />She fawned and whined, 'Sweet gentleman, <br />A penny for three tries!' <br />- But oh, the den of wild things in <br />The darkness of her eyes!<br /><br />Ralph Hodgson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-gypsy-girl/
