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The Lady of the Lambs
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.
Her dreams are innocent at night;
The chastest stars may
peep.
She walks--the lady of my delight--
A shepherdess of sheep.
She holds her little thoughts in sight,
Though gay they run and
leap.
She is so circumspect and right;
She has her soul to
keep.
She walks--the lady of my delight--
A shepherdess of
sheep.
From: Quiller-Couch, Arthur.
The Oxford Book of Verse. (1900)
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