. The everlasting mercy and The widow in the Bye street. ucks in the ditch. A gipsys camp was in the copse. Three felted tents, with beehive tops, And round black marks where fires *had one old waggon painted three ribbed horses wrenching three wild boys to watch me pass,And one old woman by the fire G 82 THE EVERLASTING MEBCT Hulking a rabbit warm from loved to see the horses felt I walked at Heaven^s gate,That Heavens gate was opened wideYet still the gipsies camped waste souls will prefer the wild,Long after life is meek and
. The everlasting mercy and The widow in the Bye street. ucks in the ditch. A gipsys camp was in the copse. Three felted tents, with beehive tops, And round black marks where fires *had one old waggon painted three ribbed horses wrenching three wild boys to watch me pass,And one old woman by the fire G 82 THE EVERLASTING MEBCT Hulking a rabbit warm from loved to see the horses felt I walked at Heaven^s gate,That Heavens gate was opened wideYet still the gipsies camped waste souls will prefer the wild,Long after life is meek and when man has entered inHis perfect city free from sin,The campers will come past the wallsWith old lame horses full of galls,And waggons hung about with burning coke in tinkers see the golden town, and think the wild too good to camp outside, as these camped tnenWith wonder at the entering past, and past the stone heap whiteThat dewberry trailers hid from sight,And down the field so full of Then down the hill to gipsies pitch By where the brook clucks in the ditch. A gipsys camp was in the copse, Three felted tents, with beehive tops. And round black marks where fires had been. THE EVERLASTING MERCY 83 Where mewing peewits clap their wings,And past the trap made for the millInto the field below the was a mist along the stream,A wet mist, dim, hke in a dream;I heard the heavy breath of waterdrops from thalder boughs;And eels, or snakes, in dripping aside to let me gate was backed against the rymeTo pass the cows at milking by the gate as I went outA moldwarp rooted earth wis few steps up the Callows LaneBrought me above the mist again,The two great fields arose like deathAbove the mists of human breath. All earthly things that blessed morningWere everlasting joy and warning. 84 THE EVERLASTING MEBCT The gate was Jesus^ way made plain,The mole was Satan foi
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