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The Enchanted Sheepfold
The hills far-off were blue, blue,
The hills at
hand were brown;
And all the herd-bells called to me
As I came by
the down.
The briars turned to roses, roses;
Ever we stayed to pull
A white
little rose, and a red little rose,
And a lock of silver wool.
Nobody heeded, -- none, none;
And when True Love came by,
They
thought him naught but the shepherd-boy.
Nobody knew but I!
The trees were feathered like birds, birds;
Birds were in every
tree.
Yet nobody heeded, nobody heard,
Nobody knew, save me.
And he is fairer than all -- all.
How could a heart go wrong?
For
his eyes I knew, and his knew mine,
Like an old, old song.
From: Rittenhouse, Jessie B.
The Second Book of Modern Verse (1919).
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This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
Citing poems from these pages:
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