I have been a gipsy since those days,
And lived again in the wild wood ways.
Wise with the lore of those hidden things,
Learnt from Lord Christ in His wanderings,
Beggar and reaper and shepherd and slave,
I am one who rests not in any grave;
I will follow each stormy light divine,
And the secret of all things shall be mine.
These things have I seen, would you bid me mourn
That I was never an Emperor born?”
From "The Vagrant's Romance"
By Eva Gore-Booth