Sonnet - The Gypsy Girl - Henry Alford

Lyrics

Passing I saw her as she stood beside A lonely stream between two barren wolds; Her loose vest hung in rudely--gathered folds On her swart bosom, which in maiden pride Pillowed a string of pearls; among her hair Twined the light bluebell and the stonecrop gay; And not far thence the small encampment lay Curling its wreathèd smoke into the air She seemed a child of some sun--favoured clime; So still, so habited to warmth and rest; And in my wayward musings on past time Whеn my thought fills with treasured memoriеs That image nearest borders on the blest Creations of pure art that never dies