La Tiganci
The Gipsy Girl "Come, try your skill, kind gentlemen, A penny for three tries!" Some threw and lost, some threw and won A ten-a-penny prize. She was a tawny gipsy girl, A girl of twenty years, I liked her for the lumps of gold That jingled from her ears; I liked the flaring yellow scarf Bound loose around her throat, I liked her showy purple gown And flashy velvet coat. A man came up, too loose of tongue, And said no good to her; She did not blush as others do, Or turn upon the cur; She fawned and whined "Sweet gentleman, A penny for three tries!" - But oh, the den of wild things in The darkness of her eyes! -- Ralph Hodgson <p>&amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;am...