A SHEPHERD-BOY beside a stream "The Wolf, the Wolf," was wont to scream, And when the Villagers appeared, He'd laugh and call them silly-eared. A Wolf at last came down the steep— "The Wolf, the Wolf—my legs, my sheep!" The creature had a jolly feast, Quite undisturbed, on boy and beast. For none believes the liar, forsooth, Even when the liar speaks the truth | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO SHAKESPEARE by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 90. 'RETRO ME, SATHANA!' by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI AT THE CEDARS by DUNCAN CAMPBELL SCOTT CHRISTMAS AT SEA by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON AUTUMN by JESSIE ALBERT BARNEY NOT TOO UNIMPORTANT by BERTON BRALEY SONNET (ON QUITTING SCHOOL FOR COLLEGE) by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |