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SHEPHERD, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Shepherds, ye who wander with your white flocks feeding
Last Line: I shall know, shall repay it. Do the dead forget?


SHEPHERDS, ye who wander with your white flocks feeding,
Your white flocks and your goats, on this airy brow,
A little thing Clitagoras entreats, but dear exceeding,
By Earth, by the Queen to whom dead men bow:

Let the sheep bleat near me still, the lad their warder,
As soft they feed, sit piping on his rude rock-seat;
Then, when spring comes, let a fellow set in order
A flower or two, and so make my gravestone sweet;

And with milk let one bedew it from a ewe late-deliver'd,
Holding up the udder, that the warm stream jet
Just a little on the base: in the land dark-river'd
I shall know, shall repay it. Do the dead forget?





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