SHOHEEN, sho-lo: Birds are homeward winging. Shoheen, sho-lo: Herdsmen on the hills are singing: 'Short the night, and long the day, Come, ye weary flocks away: Folded in deep shadows drowse, And on long sweet grasses browse Where the murmuring waters flow.' Shoheen, sho-lo: Hark, the Bell-branch ringing. Shoheen, sho-lo: Danaans from the hills are singing: 'Time is old, and earth is grey -- Come, ye weary ones, away, Where, with white, untroubled brows The Immortals dream and drowse, And the streams of quiet flow.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COUNTESS CATHLEEN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS FREDERICK DOUGLASS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ANGEL OR WOMAN by THOMAS PARNELL THE SCORPION by WILLIAM PLOMER THE LOVE OF CHRIST WHICH PASSETH KNOWLEDGE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |