POETRY. THE GIPSY BIVOUAC. Away ! ami lift no trace behind, Beyond this small, burnt ring of grass! Now, by
... daisied knoll, The centre of a whining brood Brown as the hazels which they steal,— A Gypsy Beauty stood. Blacker than blacKberries her eyes, And still not blacker than the hair, Which lolled in lazy flakes upon Her olive shoulders bare. Here were they ...