Up, up! ye dames, and lasses gay! To the meadows trip away. 'Tis you must tend the flocks this morn, And scare the small birds from the corn. Not a soul at home may stay: For the shepherds must go With lance and bow To hunt the wolf in the woods to-day. Leave the hearth and leave the house To the cricket and the mouse: Find grannam out a sunny seat, With babe and lambkin at her feet. Not a soul at home may stay: For the shepherds must go With lance and bow To hunt the wolf in the woods to-day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 6 by CONRAD AIKEN YOU ARE FIRE EATERS by MARIANNE MOORE THE IMMORTALITY OF LOVE by ROBERT SOUTHEY THE MORAL FABLES: THE MOUSE AND THE PADDOCK by AESOP EIGHT VOLUNTEERS by LANSING C. BAILEY THE MODERN TIPPLING PHILOSOPHERS by JAMES HAY BEATTIE |