Shepherd! While the lambs do feed, Do not sulk beneath a tree! But upon your oaten reed, Pipe us merrily! Though it rain do not forbear! Sun and rain are from the sky; Pipe a silly, merry, air Till the shower passes by. The sun will come again in gold! Pipe us merrily until Evening brings the lambs to fold -- You may weep then, if you will. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CHILD'S THOUGHT OF GOD by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE NEW ARRIVAL by GEORGE WASHINGTON CABLE LAMENT FOR THE DEATH OF EOGHAN RUADH (OWEN ROE) O'NEIL by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS THREE KINGS OF ORIENT by JOHN HENRY HOPKINS JR. FOAM STRAY by JOSEPH AUSLANDER THE WEDDING DAY; OR, THE BUCCANEER'S CURSE; A FAMILY LEGEND by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |