The Shepherdess by Alice Meynell Lyrics

She walks-the lady of my delight-
A  shepherdess of sheep
Her  flocks are thoughts. She keeps them white;
She keeps 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
Into  that tender breast at night
The chastest stars may peep
She walks-the lady of my delight-
A shepherdess of sheep

She  holds her little thoughts in sight
Though gay they run and leap
She is so circumspect and right;
She has her soul to keep
She walks-the lady of my delight-
A shepherdess of sheep