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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INVITATION TO A PAINTER: 3 by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM SAND FLESH AND SKY by CLARENCE MAJOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DORA WILLIAMS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CONCERNING NECESSITY by HAYDEN CARRUTH SONG OF THE WAVE by ROBERT FROST |