Where are you going to now, white sheep, Walking the green hill-side; To join that whiter flock on top, And share their pride? Stay where you are, you silly sheep: When you arrive up there, You'll find that whiter flock on top Clouds in the air! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO ATLANTA UNIVERSITY - ITS FOUNDERS AND TEACHERS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO MY BOOKSELLER by BEN JONSON DESERT NIGHT by FRANCES DAVIS ADAMS THOMAS GRAY by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 32 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |