The Two Poets A Poet's Wife Veneration of Images At Night
THE SHEPHERDESS
She walks--the lady of my delight - A shepherdess of sheep. Her flocks are thoughts. She keeps them white; She guards them from the steep. She feeds them on the fragrant height, And folds them in for sleep.
She roams maternal hills and bright, Dark valleys safe and deep. Into that tender breast at night The chastest stars may peep. She walks--the lady of my delight - A shepherdess of sheep.