A gypsy’s art is music rare,
Flaunting mad beauty everywhere.
One night of nature’s art he stole,
On tree and shrub took vivid toll;
With dashing brush and powerful sweep
Touched mountain tall and cavern deep;
A gorgeous symphony painted
Rhythymically, and new life feinted
In life that was threatening to die.
A fantasy, a brilliant lie!
Colossal crime, to die glad-voiced
Evelyn Coffey
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