O SHEPHERDESS come, Come wander away! For young is the morning And fresh is the May. A green world about us, A blue world on high, White bloom on the branches, White clouds in the sky. O were we two poets We'd loiter to sing Through the sun-wakened city The joy of the Spring, And were we two painters We surely should stay To capture for ever The fresh-coloured May. But beauty of May-time Escapes from our praise; We should miss our sweet meaning And miss the sweet days. There's piping and singing In thicket and grass, And murmur in meadows Of streams as they pass, And high in the Heaven There's a lark that upstarts With the song of the May And the song of our hearts. O Shepherdess come, Come wander away! For young is the morning And fresh is the May. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD MAN DREAMS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES MODERN LOVE: 17 by GEORGE MEREDITH THE REAR-GUARD by SIEGFRIED SASSOON THE BOUNDARIES OF APPRECIATION by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE BIRDS: THE BIRDS' LIFE by ARISTOPHANES POLYHYMNIA: VERSES TO LORD NORREYS, SELECTION by WILLIAM BASSE FIRST SNOW by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN TAKE YOUR CHOICE: OR HERE'S GRANTLAND RICE'S METHOD by BERTON BRALEY |