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She walks -- the lady of my delight --
A shepherdess of sheep.
Her flocks are thoughts. She keeps them white;
She guards 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.