Deserted Gipsy's Song: Hillside Camp
She is glad to receive your turquoise ring,Dear and dark-eyed Lover of mine!I, to have given you everything:Beauty maddens the soul like Wine.
"She is proud to have held aloof her charms,Slender, dark-eyed Lover of mine!But I, of the night you lay in my arms:Beauty maddens the sense like Wine!
"She triumphs to think that your heart is won,Stately, dark-eyed Lover of mine!I had not a thought of myself, not one:Beauty maddens the brain like Wine!
"She will speak you softly, while skies are blue,Dear, deluded Lover of mine!I would lose both body and soul for you:Beauty maddens the brain like Wine!
"While the ways are fair she will love you well,Dear, disdainful Lover of mine!But I would have followed you down to Hell:Beauty maddens the soul like Wine!
"Though you lay at her feet the days to be,Now no longer Lover of mine!You can give her naught that you gave not me:Beauty maddened my soul like Wine!
"When the years have shown what is false or true:Beauty maddens the sight like Wine!You will understand how I cared for you,First and only Lover of mine!"
About this text
Deserted Gipsy's Song: Hillside Camp is in the public domain. This text is taken from India's Love Lyrics, Project Gutenberg ebook #8197; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.
Cite as: Laurence Hope, Deserted Gipsy's Song: Hillside Camp, in India's Love Lyrics (1901), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #8197, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/hope-india/deserted-gipsy-s-song-hillside-camp.html, id L22598.
Form and metre
Deserted Gipsy's Song: Hillside Camp is 28 lines in 7 stanzas of 4 lines each. Every stanza rhymes ABAB. The metre is trochaic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 79%).
See other poems in trochaic tetrameter.
Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.
Rhyme words, stanza by stanza
The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.
- 1 ABAB ringA · mineB · everythingA · wineB
- 2 ABAB charmsA · mineB · armsA · wineB
- 3 ABAB wonA · mineB · oneA · wineB
- 4 ABAB blueA · mineB · youA · wineB
- 5 ABAB wellA · mineB · hellA · wineB
- 6 ABAB beA · mineB · meA · wineB
- 7 ABAB trueA · wineB · youA · mineB
Scansion, line by line
Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against trochaic tetrameter. How this is done.
| Line | Syl. | Stress |
|---|---|---|
| She is glad to receive your turquoise ring, | 10 | ····˘/·/˘· |
| Dear and dark-eyed Lover of mine! | 8 | ····/˘·· |
| I, to have given you everything: | 8 | ···/·/˘· |
| Beauty maddens the soul like Wine. | 8 | /˘/˘···· |
| "She is proud to have held aloof her charms, | 10 | ······˘/·· |
| Slender, dark-eyed Lover of mine! | 8 | /˘··/˘·· |
| But I, of the night you lay in my arms: | 10 | ·········· |
| Beauty maddens the sense like Wine! | 8 | /˘/˘···· |
| "She triumphs to think that your heart is won, | 10 | ·/˘······· |
| Stately, dark-eyed Lover of mine! | 8 | /˘··/˘·· |
| I had not a thought of myself, not one: | 10 | ·······/·· |
| Beauty maddens the brain like Wine! | 8 | /˘/˘···· |
| "She will speak you softly, while skies are blue, | 10 | ····/˘···· |
| Dear, deluded Lover of mine! | 8 | ·˘/˘/˘·· |
| I would lose both body and soul for you: | 10 | ····/˘···· |
| Beauty maddens the brain like Wine! | 8 | /˘/˘···· |
| "While the ways are fair she will love you well, | 10 | ·········· |
| Dear, disdainful Lover of mine! | 8 | ·˘/˘/˘·· |
| But I would have followed you down to Hell: | 10 | ····/˘···· |
| Beauty maddens the soul like Wine! | 8 | /˘/˘···· |
| "Though you lay at her feet the days to be, | 10 | ·········· |
| Now no longer Lover of mine! | 8 | ··/˘/˘·· |
| You can give her naught that you gave not me: | 10 | ·········· |
| Beauty maddened my soul like Wine! | 8 | /˘/˘···· |
| "When the years have shown what is false or true: | 10 | ·········· |
| Beauty maddens the sight like Wine! | 8 | /˘/˘···· |
| You will understand how I cared for you, | 10 | ···˘/····· |
| First and only Lover of mine!" | 8 | ··/˘/˘·· |
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