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THE SAD SHEPHERD
Where my goats browse on the scarce grass or leap
From stone to stone.
Shepherd
I am looking for strayed sheep;
Something has troubled me and in my trouble
I let them stray. I thought of rhyme alone,
For rhyme can beat a measure out of trouble
And make the daylight sweet once more; but when
I had driven every rhyme into its place
The sheep had gone from theirs.
Goatherd
I know right well
What turned so good a shepherd from his charge.
