Ram's bell pealing, the sheep go by To the mountain meadow bluely high; The shepherd dreams ... still whiteness broods; The ram's bell beating chill solitudes: Still-hoofed they pass, heavy-eyed, slow, Stumble into the fold where lost winds blow. The fold is warm without fear they sleep: The pasture aisle homing man and sheep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RAND MCNALLY ATLAS by KAREN SWENSON THE CHURCH WINDOWS by GEORGE HERBERT MEMORY by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR ON THE BUILDING OF SPRINGFIELD by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY THE WASHERS OF THE SHROUD; OCTOBER, 1861 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL CUPID AND CAMPASPE, FR. ALEXANDER AND CAMPASPE by JOHN LYLY IN MEMORY OF WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE |