Time, You Old Gypsy Man, Poem by Ralph Hodgson

Time, You Old Gypsy Man,

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Time, You Old Gypsy Man
Will you not stay,
Put up your caravan
Just for one day?
All things I'll give you
Will you be my guest,
Bells for your jennet
Of silver the best,
Goldsmiths shall beat you
A great golden ring,
Peacocks shall bow to you,
Little boys sing.
Oh, and sweet girls will
Festoon you with may,
Time, you old gypsy,
Why hasten away?
Last week in Babylon,
Last night in Rome,
Morning, and in the crush
Under Paul's dome;
Under Pauls' dial
You tighten your rein -
Only a moment,
And off once again;
Off to some city
Now blind in the womb,
Off to another
Ere that's in the tomb.
Time, you old gypsy man,
Will you not stay,
Put up your caravan
Just for one day?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Filomeno de Sousa 26 December 2020

Eu declamei este poema tinha 13 anos no St.

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George Drewry 12 November 2020

Is there another version of this poem containing “Stay thou fleet foot of time “?

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Glenn Frederick Baker 31 May 2016

Ah splendid time waits for no man.

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