Give up thy milk to her who calls Across the low green hills of Heaven And stream-cool meads of Paradise! Across the low green hills of Heaven How sweet to hear the milking call, The milking call i' the meads of Heaven: Stream-cool the meads of Paradise, Across the low green hills of Heaven. Give up thy milk to her who calls, Sweet voiced amid the Starry Seven. Give up thy milk to her who calls! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A GLEAM OF SUNSHINE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE NYMPH COMPLAINING FOR THE DEATH OF HER FAUN [OR, FAWN] by ANDREW MARVELL SONNET by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI A HYMN WRITTEN IN WINDSOR FOREST by ALEXANDER POPE |