A Romany of the Snows/The Going of the White Swan

Why does the fire no longer burn? (I am so lonely.) Why does the tent-door swing outward? (I have no home.) Oh, let me breathe hard in your face! (I am so lonely.) Oh, why do you shut your eyes to me? (I have no home.)”

Let us make friends with the stars; (I am so lonely.) Give me your hand, I will hold it. (I have no home.) Let us go hunting together. (I am so lonely.) We will sleep at God's camp to-night. (I have no home.)”