I shut thon windies, sure, That's openin' wide the day;— I strived to whisht the bleatin' lambs Down by fernenst the brae! I stole an' closed the door; I latched the windies tight;— The bleatin' av the lambs was on me— God's new wee lambs thon night! Ay, troth, I took the road, I faced my way to town;— To-day I'm thankin' God there's lambs, An' heartsome sheep aroun'! Bewhiles I dream av fields— Wide fields, an' slow, glad sheep;— When bleatin' av wee lambs is on me, Dream-childer comes wid sleep! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TEARS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING HER LETTER by FRANCIS BRET HARTE GOOD NIGHT AND GOOD MORNING by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES NEW HEAVEN, NEW WAR by ROBERT SOUTHWELL A BALLAD OF LIFE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE VOICE IN THE GLOAMING by WILLIAM ALLAN |