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The Shepherd of the Sea

by Nora Hopper Chesson

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Drawing the boundary…

When you have ground such beauty down to dust

by Dylan Thomas

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Drawing the boundary…

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The Shepherd of the Sea

by Nora Hopper Chesson

I am a mighty shepherd, and many are my flocks; 
I lead them, I feed them among the weedy rocks. 
My shepherd's crook is fashioned out of a Norway pine. 
And there's no sheep-dog in the world will herd these flocks of mine. 

My fold is wide, and day and night the walls shift of my fold,
No upland, no lowland my lambing ewes withhold
From the cry of their shepherd, the beckoning of his hand;
For my own desert places they leave the pastureland. 

With wild white fleeces surging about me to my knee, 
I go about my herding, the Shepherd of the Sea; 
I call to the rock-pastures the white sheep of the waves,
For they but find their grazing where sailors find their graves. 

I am a mighty shepherd, and mighty flocks have I; 
I lead them, I feed them while stars are in the sky; 
And when the moon is waning on sheltered shore and lee, 
I rest not nor slumber, the Shepherd of the Sea.

When you have ground such beauty down to dust

by Dylan Thomas

When you have ground such beauty down to dust
As flies before the breath
And, at the touch, trembles with lover’s fever,
Or sundered it to look the closer,
Magnified and made immense
At one side’s loss,
Turn inside out, and see at glance
Wisdom is folly, love is not,
Sense can but maim it, wisdom mar it,
Folly purify and make it true.
For folly was
When wisdom lay not in the soul
But in the body of the trees and stones,
Was when sense found a way to them
Growing on hills or shining under water.
Come wise in foolishness,
Go silly and be Christ’s good brother,
He whose lovers were both wise and sensible
When folly stirred, warm in the foolish heart.

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