She walks--the lady of my delight--
...A shepherdess of sheep.
Her flocks are thought. She keeps them white;
...She guards them from the steep.
She feeds them on the fragrant height,
...And folds them in for sleep.
She roams maternal hills and bright,
...Dark valleys safe and deep.
Her dreams are innocent at night;
...The chastest stars may peep.
She walks--the lady of my delight--
...A shepherdess of sheep.
Alice Meynell
