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The gypsies passed her little gate -- / She stopped her wheel to see, -- / A brown-faced pair who walked the road, / Free as the wind is free; / And suddenly her tidy room / A prison seemed to be.
Her shining plates against the walls, / Her sunlit, sanded floor, / The brass-bound wedding chest that held / Her linen's snowy store, / The very wheel whose humming died, -- / Seemed only chains she bore.
She watched the foot-free gypsies pass; / She never knew or guessed / The wistful dream that drew them close -- / The longing in each breast / Some day to know a home like hers, / Wherein their hearts might rest.