He. WHITHER away, fair Neat-herdess? She. Shepherd, I go to tend my kine. He. Stay thou, and watch this flock of mine. She. With thee? Nay, that were idleness. He. Thy kine will pasture none the less. She. Not so: they wait me and my sign. He. I'll pipe to thee beneath the pine. She. Thy pipe will soothe not their distress. He. Dost thou not hear beside the spring How the gay birds are carolling? She. I hear them. But it may not be. He. Farewell then, Sweetheart! Farewell now. She. Shepherd, farewell ... Where goest thou? He. I go ... to tend thy kine for thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOVE POEM by KAREN SWENSON UPON A DYING LADY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS FORGIVENESS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE SAILOR TO HIS PARROT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES BUNCHES OF GRAPES by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE IN THIS AGE OF HARD TRYING, NONCHALANCE IS GOOD AND by MARIANNE MOORE STARTING FROM PAUMANOK by WALT WHITMAN |