She walks—the lady of my delight—
A shepherdess of sheep.
Her flocks are thoughts. She keeps them white;
She keeps them from the steep


Poem: 'The Shepherdess'.


She walks—the lady of my delight— A shepherdess of sheep. Her flocks are thoughts. She keeps them white; She keeps them from the steep

She walks—the lady of my delight— A shepherdess of sheep. Her flocks are thoughts. She keeps them white; She keeps them from the steep

She walks—the lady of my delight— A shepherdess of sheep. Her flocks are thoughts. She keeps them white; She keeps them from the steep

She walks—the lady of my delight— A shepherdess of sheep. Her flocks are thoughts. She keeps them white; She keeps them from the steep