The yellow book: an illustrated quarterly (5.1895)

Shepherds’ Song

By Nora Hopp

« all alas and welladay ”
(Shepherds say !)

Stepping with a stealthy pace
Past the place

Where the idle lilies blow !

“ Here Diana dreaming lay
(Snow in snow !)

Lav a-dreaming on a day
Long ago.”

Few the prayers the shepherds say
(Welladay !)

Now Diana ends her chase,
Giving place

To a maid with softer eyes,
Colder breast

(Mystery of mysteries !)

For her greatest gift, and best,
Giving rest.