I get no sleep in lambing nights, My woman gets no sleep; We fold the ewes if we sniff a thaw, And when they yean as we crouch in the straw She takes the lambs by our horn-fogged lights While I do handle the sheep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HARVEST MOON; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THAT HOLY THING by GEORGE MACDONALD PSALM 96 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE JOHN THE BAPTIST by JOHN STUART BLACKIE SUNRISE OVER THE SIERRAS by HENRY MEADE BLAND SONG FOR THREE SONS by ANNETTE PATTON CORNELL |