Poems by Henry Septimus Sutton | ||
THE SHEPHERDESS.
What plenteous largess from her hands
Descends in gentle showers!
The maiden in the garden stands,
And feeds her flock of flowers.
Descends in gentle showers!
The maiden in the garden stands,
And feeds her flock of flowers.
I thank thee, duteous Shepherdess;—
Though 'tis unknown to me
Whether those streams enlivening bless
The flowers most, or thee.
Though 'tis unknown to me
Whether those streams enlivening bless
The flowers most, or thee.
Poems by Henry Septimus Sutton | ||