by Elinor Wylie (1885 - 1928)
Shepherd's holiday
Language: English
Too honest for a gypsy, too lazy for a farmer, What should you be but a shepherd on the hills? Herding sheep with sad faces over grass grown places High above a web of streams and willow trees and mills. Too tame for a gypsy, too wild for a dairymaid, What could I be but a silly goose girl? Tending hissing, white snakes, by weed green lakes. Crying in the dew fall with my hair out of curl. Too silent for the neighbours, too simple for the townspeople, What shall we do who love each other so? I'll teach your grey sheep to guard you from the steep, You'll catch me back from drowning where my dark lake lies deep. I'll pluck a feather pillow that sings you to sleep Up among the rocks where the blueberries grow.
Authorship:
- by Elinor Wylie (1885 - 1928), "Shepherd's holiday", appears in Collected Poems, first published 1932 [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Arthur Benjamin (1893 - 1960), "Shepherd's holiday", published 1936 [ voice and piano ], from Three songs, no. 1 [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Mike Pearson
This text was added to the website: 2015-06-27
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Word count: 138