Wild honey from various thyme By Michael Field [i.e. K. H. Bradley and E. E. Cooper] |
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THE LONE SHEPHERD
I love but Love, yet must I change my god.I leave the nestling of the wings sun-laced,
And hie to chaos where on earth's first sod
Eros is lonely shepherd of the waste.
There will be naught between us—not a prayer;
Nor has he any answer to my sighs;
Yet as I watch a music fills the air,
And one by one the stars break from the skies.
Thus it must be—is it not ever thus?
Where the Madonna spreads her shining Child
We are not blest, there is no joy to us:
But we are broken, but we are renewed
Where, lone as that first Shepherd of the Wild,
The God spreads out His arms on Holy Rood.
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