THE GYPSY BABY
Reading edition
A ring of great red poppies Swayed in the golden corn, And there I lay beside the van And heard the larks at morn. And like a small, far picture The distant town rose pink, And little streams flowed round it With daisies at their brink. And little trees grew in it All soft, and round, and bright; A wandering sun sailed in the sky Too brilliant for the sight. Years and years it sailed the sky And like a ball it set, Near, and big, and sad, and red, And all the grass was wet.
