 | Between Doubting and Daring |  |
I. A LAGGARD IN LOVE.
High noon was aflame on the hills far and wide,
When leaned on his crook stood a shepherd who sighed:
‘Now woe worth the day, see how Phyllida fares
Up yonder green slope that no fierce sunbeam spares.
When leaned on his crook stood a shepherd who sighed:
‘Now woe worth the day, see how Phyllida fares
Up yonder green slope that no fierce sunbeam spares.
‘Ah! would that my shepherdess tended her sheep
Low down in the vale under boughs close and deep;
For fain would I walk where the cool shadow lies,
Yet fain would I look into Phyllida's eyes.’
Low down in the vale under boughs close and deep;
For fain would I walk where the cool shadow lies,
Yet fain would I look into Phyllida's eyes.’
Thus plained the vexed shepherd, whom sorrow betid,
For his flock roved afield while his fortune he chid;
So needs must he follow, and at night's sill they strayed
Where Phyllida laughed with his friend in the shade.
For his flock roved afield while his fortune he chid;
So needs must he follow, and at night's sill they strayed
Where Phyllida laughed with his friend in the shade.
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