SHY in their herding dwell the fallow deer. They are spirits of wild sense. Nobody near Comes upon their pastures. There a life they live, Of sufficient beauty, phantom, fugitive, Treading as in jungles free leopards do, Printless as evelight, instant as dew. The great kine are patient, and home-coming sheep Know our bidding. The fallow deer keep Delicate and far their counsels wild, Never to be folded reconciled To the spoiling hand as the poor flocks are: Lightfoot, and swift, and unfamiliar, These you may not hinder, unconfined Beautiful flocks of the mind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHUT OUT THAT MOON by THOMAS HARDY GOD'S GRANDEUR by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 5. OF TEMPERANCE by WILLIAM BASSE COMOS by ADRA CAROLINE BATCHELDER CHRISTMASSE DAY by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE LOST GODS ABIDING by WILLIAM ROSE BENET DEEP SUMMER by HARRIET GRAY BLACKWELL |