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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=454899" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Shepherd Boy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=454899" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">WHEN the red moon hangs over the fold,<br>And the cypress shadow is rimmed with gold,<br>O little sheep, I have laid me low,<br>My face against the old earth's face,<br>Where one by one the white moths go,<br>And the brown bee has his sleeping place.<br>And then I have whispered, Mother, hear,<br>For the owls are awake and the night is near,<br>And whether I lay me near or far<br>No lip shall kiss me,<br>No eye shall miss me,<br>Saving the eye of a cold white star.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=454899" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And the old brown woman answers mild,<br>Rest you safe on my heart, O child.<br>Many a shepherd, many a king,<br>I fold them safe from their sorrowing.<br>Gwenever's heart is bound with dust,<br>Tristram dreams of the dappled doe,<br>But the bugle moulders, the blade is rust;<br>Stilled are the trumpets of Jericho,<br>And the tired men sleep by the walls of Troy. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=454899" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Little and lonely,<br>Knowing me only,<br>Shall I not comfort you, shepherd-boy? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=454899" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When the wind wakes in the apple-tree,<br>And the shy hare feeds on the wild fern stem,<br>I say my prayers to the Trinity,–<br>The prayers that are three and the charms that are seven<br>To the angels guarding the towers of heaven,–<br>And I lay my head on her raiment's hem,<br>Where the young grass darkens the strawberry star,<br>Where the iris buds and the bellworts are.<br>All night I hear her breath go by<br>Under the arch of the empty sky.<br>All night her heart beats under my head,<br>And I lie as still as the ancient dead,<br>Warm as the young lambs there with the sheep.<br>I and no other<br>Close to my Mother,<br>Fold my hands in her hands, and sleep.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Marjorie+Lowry+Christie+Pickthall">Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall</a></strong></div>