The Road to Roisel by Hubert W. Kelly - November 1917

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The Road to Roisel. I have heard that gypsies dwell Down the road to fair Roisel. Tell me true, is this the way? Surely I have gone astray. I have heard the fields were all Flowered as a gypsy shawl. This is not the road they mean; Not a blossom have I seen. I have heard that magpies flew Black and white in skies of blue. Surely this is not the way; Ravens wing the dismal gray. I have often heard them tell Of the road to fair Roisel. Nothing did they say, I know, Of these crosses row on row. Who has strung this tangled wire; Blackened hedge and tree with fire? Is it thunder that I hear? This is not the way, I fear. Not a thrill of laughter gay. Surely this is not the way. Tangled hedge and crumbled wall. This is not the way at all. There is not a gypsy throng; Ne