SHE walks -- the lady of my delight -- A shepherdess of sheep. Her flocks are thoughts. She keeps them white; She guards 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUTH'S IMMORTALITY by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE RESOLVE by ALEXANDER BROME LESSER EPISTLES: TO A LADY ON HER PASSION FOR OLD CHINA by JOHN GAY VENUS OF THE LOUVRE by EMMA LAZARUS THE QUANGLE WANGLE'S HAT by EDWARD LEAR MILK FOR THE CAT by HAROLD MONRO LIVE BLINDLY; SONNET by TRUMBULL STICKNEY |