In Arcady

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Title:     In Arcady
Author: Thomas S. Jones [More Titles by Jones]

Although 'tis but a memory,
Still in the days of long ago
We tended sheep in Arcady.

Then were we both of fancy free
And laughing Youth had much to show,
Although 'tis but a memory.

Again the pasture lands we see
Where in the golden summer glow
We tended sheep in Arcady.

And hear the tender harmony
Of shepherd pipes that softly blow,
Although 'tis but a memory.

Nor thought of any end had we
As through the grasses to and fro
We tended sheep in Arcady.

So, what if life now empty be,
Of all the past this do we know,
Although 'tis but a memory,
We tended sheep in Arcady!

[The end]
Thomas S. Jones's poem: In Arcady

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