GOATFOOT, we know you Though we cannot see you; Goatfoot, Goatfoot, Lightfoot do we flee you. When we hear the flocks at night Bleat as to the shepherd's light Then we girls clasp close in bed, Draw the coarse sheet over-head, Whispering afraid to sleep "'Tis the good god Goatfoot Fondling the sheep." Goatfoot, we hear you At the cow-house door, Goatfoot, Goatfoot, Through a single floor. Barefoot in our nightgowns then Timidly we wake the men: To the byre they venture slowly: As each happy cow lows lowly Each hind in his turn repeats "'Tis the good god Goatfoot Easing their teats." Goatfoot, do not fright us In the woodland meadows, Goatfoot, Goatfoot, When the kine have led us Far from home at milking-time Down dark groves of scented lime To the weedy water where Deep they wade for cooler air. Think of all your fruited feasts; Be the good god Goatfoot To herd us our beasts. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE YANKEE'S RETURN FROM CAMP [JUNE, 1775] by EDWARD BANGS THE BISHOP ORDERS HIS TOMB AT SAINT PRAXED'S CHURCH by ROBERT BROWNING STANZAS WRITTEN ON THE ROAD BETWEEN FLORENCE AND PISA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON WOODNOTES: 2 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON IN HOSPITAL: 23. MUSIC by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY THE SNOW MAN by WALLACE STEVENS |