Josephine Preston Peabody: The Enchanted Sheepfold

The Enchanted Sheepfold

Josephine Preston Peabody

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