The Enchanted Sheep-Fold
Josephine Preston Peabody
1874 to 1922
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The hills far-off were blue, blue,
The hills hand were brown;
And all the herd-bells called to
As I came by the down.
The briars to roses—roses,
Ever we stayed to pull
A little rose, and a red little rose,
And lock of silver wool.
Nobody heeded,—none, none;
when True Love came by,
They thought him nought the shepherd-boy.
Nobody knew but I!
The trees feathered like birds, birds;
Birds were in every tree.
Yet nobody heeded, nobody heard,
Nobody knew, save we.
And he is fairer than all,—all.
How a heart go wrong?
For his eyes I knew, his knew mine,
Like an old, old song.