The Poet and His Book
Here are my thoughts, alive within this fold, My simple sheep. Their shepherd, I grow wise As dearly, gravely, deeply I behold Their different eyes. O distant pastures in their blood! O streams From watersheds that fed them for this prison! Lights from aloft, midsummer suns in dreams, Set and arisen. They wander out, but all return anew, The small ones, to this heart to which they clung; "And those that are with young," the fruitful few That are with young.
Alice Meynell’s other poems:
Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):