POEM: Gypsy Songs (Brahms)

Strike the faithless face

Lament until fleeing wave

Stream to the Rima banks.

When the loveliest

Laugh, teases and kisses me

Enfolded kiss, regret                                                                             

My poor bitter true remains.

Ever bronzed, clanking spurs

Caress his sweet whirl

Shout spring about.

Throw shiny silver guilders

On the cymbal

To hear it ping,                                                                                         

A row bloom so red.

No law against the forbidden

Beautiful wide grinned world

Thought perished

Long ago.

It would be a sin to abide

In empty cups of joy.

Recall with solemn oath