Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SHEPHERD, by WILLIAM SHARP Poet's Biography First Line: He loved me, as he said, in every part Last Line: nay, vain, vain words: how shall he understand? Alternate Author Name(s): Macleod, Fiona Subject(s): Faith; Jesus Christ; Love; Man-woman Relationships; Shepherds & Shepherdesses; Belief; Creed; Male-female Relations | ||||||||
I He loved me, as he said, in every part, And yet I could not, would not, give him all: Why should a woman forfeit her whole heart At bidding of a single shepherd's call? One vast the deep, and yet each wave is free To answer to the moonshine's drowsy smile Or leap to meet the storm-wind's rapturous glee: This heart of mine a wave is oftenwhile. Depth below depth, strange currents cross, recross, The anguished eddies ebb and flow, But on the placid surface seldom toss The reckless flotsam of what seeths below: O placid calms and maelstrom heart of me, Shall it be thus till there be no more sea? II "I am thy shepherd, love, that on this hill Of life shall tend and guard thee evermore." These were thy words that far-off day and still Lives on thine echoing lips this bond of yore. Yet who wert thou, O soul as I am, thus To take so blithely gage of shepherding? Were we not both astray where perilous Steps might each into the abysmal darkness fling? Lo, my tired soul even as a storm-stayed ewe Across the heights unto my shepherd cried: But to the sheltered vale at last I drew And laid me weary by the sleeping side. Thou didst not hear The Shepherd calling us, Nor far the night wind, vibrant, ominous. III O shepherd of mine, lord of my little life, Guard me from knowledge even of the stress: And if I stray, take heed thou of thy wife, Errant from mere woman's wantonness. Even as the Lord of Hosts, lo, in thy hand, The hollow of thy hand, my soul support: Guide this poor derelict back unto the land And lead me, pilot, to thy sheltering port! Nonokeep backawaynot now thy kiss: O shepherd, pilot, wake! awake! awake! The deep must whelm us both! Hark, the waves hiss, And as a shaken leaf the land doth shake! Awake, O shepherding soul, and take command! Nay, vain, vain words: how shall he understand? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MISERY AND SPLENDOR by ROBERT HASS THE APPLE TREES AT OLEMA by ROBERT HASS DOUBLE SONNET by ANTHONY HECHT CONDITIONS XXI by ESSEX HEMPHILL CALIFORNIA SORROW: MOUNTAIN VIEW by MARY KINZIE SUPERBIA: A TRIUMPH WITH NO TRAIN by MARY KINZIE COUNSEL TO UNREASON by LEONIE ADAMS |
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