The Gypsying by Theodosia Pickrering Garrison

I wish we might go gypsying one day the while we're young -- / On a blue October morning / Beneath a cloudless sky, / When all the world's a vibrant harp / The winds o' God have strung, / And gay as tossing torches the maples light us by; / The rising sun before us -- a golden bubble swung -- / I wish we might go gypsying one day the while we're young.

I wish we might go gypsying one day before we're old -- / To step it with the wild west wind / And sing the while we go, / Through far forgotten orchards / Hung with jewels red and gold; / Through cool and fragrant forests where never sun may show, / To stand upon a high hill and watch the mist unfold -- / I wish we might go gypsying one day before we're old.

I wish we might go gypsying, dear lad, the while we care -- / The while we've heart for hazarding, / The while we've will to sing, / The while we've wit to hear the call / And youth and mirth to spare, / Before a day may find us too sad for gypsying, / Before a day may find us too dull to dream and dare -- / I wish we might go gypsying, dear lad, the while we care.