Down in the valley, what should meet him
But a troop of Gypsies on their march?
No doubt with the annual gifts to greet him.
XIII
Now, in your land, Gypsies reach you, only
After reaching all lands beside;
North they go, South they go, trooping or lonely,
And still, as they travel far and wide,
Catch they and keep now a trace here, a trace there,
That puts you in mind of a place here, a place there.