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HERD-GIRL, by            
First Line: You are the herd-girl who has lost her herd
Last Line: Close on your own full breast, for you are free.
Alternate Author Name(s): Shearer, Harold H., Mrs.
Subject(s): Freedom; Liberty


You are the herd-girl who has lost her herd --
Now can the river-grass, unrumpled,
Shade the river, and uncrumpled,
The perfect flower lift up the unruffled bird.

Now you are free. Your wistful beasts are gone,
Gone the great, golden eyes, the wrinkling
Of golden brows, the silvery tinkling
Under the roving throats. You are alone.

And you are free. Now, at the close of day,
No pensive creatures wait, none call, none need you,
The herd, run far afield, have freed you,
Lie down and rest you on the sweet, stacked hay.

You are alone. May all your care now be
For your own thirsts, for your own hungers,
The tender pity of your fingers
Close on your own full breast, for you are free.





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