'O SHEPHERD with the bleeding Feet, Good Shepherd with the pleading Voice, What seekest Thou from hill to hill? Sweet were the valley pastures, sweet The sound of flocks that bleat their joys, And eat and drink at will. Is one worth seeking, when Thou hast of Thine Ninety and nine?' 'How should I stay my bleeding Feet, How should I hush my pleading Voice? I Who chose death and clomb a hill, Accounting gall and wormwood sweet, That hundredfold might bud My joys For love's sake and good will. I seek My one, for all there bide of Mine Ninety and nine.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FIRST BLUEBIRD by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY BEETHOVEN'S SEVENTH SYMPHONY by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN FATA MORGANA by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS TO THE LADY PENELOPE RITCH by RICHARD BARNFIELD LONG CHERISHED GRIEF by MIRIAM BARRANGER THE EMANCIPATION OF HIS MISTRESS' PERFECTIONS by FRANCIS BEAUMONT |