Sara Teasdale, comp. (1884–1933).
The Answering Voice: One Hundred Love Lyrics by Women. 1917. | | | | The Enchanted Sheep-fold | | By Josephine Preston Peabody |
| | | THE HILLS far-off were blue, blue, | |
| The hills at hand were brown; | |
| And all the herd-bells called to me | |
| As I came by the down. | |
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| The briars turned to roses—roses, | 5 |
| Ever we stayed to pull | |
| A white little rose, and a red little rose, | |
| And a lock of silver wool. | |
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| Nobody heeded,—none, none; | |
| And when True Love came by, | 10 |
| They thought him nought but the shepherd-boy. | |
| Nobody knew but I! | |
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| The trees were feathered like birds, birds; | |
| Birds were in every tree. | |
| Yet nobody heeded, nobody heard, | 15 |
| Nobody knew, save we. | |
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| And he is fairer than all,—all. | |
| How could a heart go wrong? | |
| For his eyes I knew, and his knew mine, | |
| Like an old, old song. | 20 | | | |
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