Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл)

The Shepherdess

SHE walks-the lady of my delight-
    A shepherdess of sheep. 
Her flocks are thoughts. She keeps them white;
    She keeps them from the steep; 
She feeds them on the fragrant height,
    And folds them in for sleep.

She roams maternal hills and bright,
    Dark valleys safe and deep. 
Into that tender breast at night
    The chastest stars may peep. 
She walks-the lady of my delight-
    A shepherdess of sheep.

She holds her little thoughts in sight,
    Though gay they run and leap. 
She is so circumspect and right;
    She has her soul to keep. 
She walks-the lady of my delight-
    A shepherdess of sheep.

1. To the Body
2. To Antiquity
3. The October Redbreast
4. The Lover Urges the Better Thrift
5. Advent Meditation

Распечатать (To print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1796

Последние стихотворения

To English version