SHOHEEN, sho-lo: Birds are homeward winging. Shoheen, sho-lo: Herdsmen on the hills are singing: 'Short the night, and long the day, Come, ye weary flocks away: Folded in deep shadows drowse, And on long sweet grasses browse Where the murmuring waters flow.' Shoheen, sho-lo: Hark, the Bell-branch ringing. Shoheen, sho-lo: Danaans from the hills are singing: 'Time is old, and earth is grey -- Come, ye weary ones, away, Where, with white, untroubled brows The Immortals dream and drowse, And the streams of quiet flow.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MAIDENHOOD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW DORIS; A PASTORAL by ARTHUR JOSEPH MUNBY A LETTER TO LADY [MISS] MARGARET-CAVANDISH-HOLLES-HARLEY, WHEN A CHILD by MATTHEW PRIOR THE SHOOTING OF DAN MCGREW by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE YOUTH, DAY, OLD AGE AND NIGHT by WALT WHITMAN EN TOUR; A SONG SEQUENCE: 1. THE GARGOYLE by ALBERTA BANCROFT |