Shepherd! While the lambs do feed, Do not sulk beneath a tree! But upon your oaten reed, Pipe us merrily! Though it rain do not forbear! Sun and rain are from the sky; Pipe a silly, merry, air Till the shower passes by. The sun will come again in gold! Pipe us merrily until Evening brings the lambs to fold -- You may weep then, if you will. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RELIEVING GUARD by FRANCIS BRET HARTE THE GRAVE OF HOMER by ALCAEUS OF MESSENE REMEMBER WITH A SONG by STEWART ATKINS HUMANE REVENGE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT AUTHORS IN LONDON by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB ECCLESIASTES by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |