Mystic Trees by Michael Field [i.e. K. H. Bradley and E. E. Cooper] |
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THE SHEPHERD SILENCE |
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THE SHEPHERD SILENCE
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Lambs are round the Crib; the soundIs of lambkins bleating round—
One the Babe doth pull,
Tangling fingers in his wool;
While the shepherds crook the knee,
Gazing full of awe on me.
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Something they would have me told,While I watch the little fold.
Lambs are bleating; it is sweet
How for mother's milk they bleat.
Jesus, can we let them go
Hungry from the stable so?
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Bleating, bleating! Thou dost markHow they pass back through the dark;
Thou dost count them, one by one,
Through the door till they are gone;
Very solemn Thou dost keep;
And we ponder on the sheep.
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