The Shepherd Wind

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Title:     The Shepherd Wind
Author: Virna Sheard [More Titles by Sheard]

When hills and plains are powdered white,
And bitter cold the north wind blows,
Upon my window in the night
A fairy-garden grows.

Here lilies that no hand hath sown
Bloom white as foam upon the sea,
And elfin bells to earth unknown,
Hold frost-bound melody.

And here are blossoms like to stars
Tangled in nets of silver lace,--
My very breath their beauty mars,
Or stirs them from their place.

Perchance the echoes of old songs,
Found here a resting place at last,
With drifting perfume, that belongs
To roses of the past,--

Or all the moonbeams that were lost
On summer nights the world forgets,
May here be prisoned by the frost,
With souls of violets.

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The wind doth shepherd many things,--
And when the nights are long and cold,
Who knows how strange a flock he brings
All safely to the fold.

[The end]
Virna Sheard's poem: Shepherd Wind

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