THE nymphs a shepherd took To guard their snowy sheep; He led them down along the brook, And guided them with pipe and crook, Until he fell asleep. But when the piping stayed, Across the flowery mead The milk-white nymphs ran out afraid: O Thyrsis, wake! Your flock has strayed, -- The nymphs a shepherd need. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEA GODS: 3 by HILDA DOOLITTLE A DIALOGUE ANTHEM by GEORGE HERBERT THE FEILIRE OF ADAMNAN by ADAMNAN JUST A-RIDIN'! by ELWOOD ADAMS SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 37. NAPOLEON AT ST. HELENA by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |