Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Greece and Turkey in Europe: Vol. XIX. 1876–79.
The Shepherd of King Admetus
By James Russell Lowell (18191891)T
Some thousand years ago,
Whose slender hands were nothing worth,
Whether to plough, or reap, or sow.
Music so strange and rich,
That all men loved to hear,—and some
Muttered of fagots for a witch.
Pure taste by right divine,
Decreed his singing not too bad
To hear between the cups of wine:
Into a sweet half-sleep,
Three times his kingly beard he smoothed,
And made him viceroy o’er his sheep.
And yet he used them so,
That what in other mouths was rough
In his seemed musical and low.
In whom no good they saw;
And yet unwittingly, in truth,
They made his careless words their law.
For idly, hour by hour,
He sat and watched the dead leaves fall,
Or mused upon a common flower.
Did teach him all their use,
For, in mere weeds, and stones, and springs,
He found a healing power profuse.
But, when a glance they caught
Of his slim grace and woman’s eyes,
They laughed, and called him good-for-naught.
And e’en his memory dim,
Earth seemed more sweet to live upon,
More full of love, because of him.
Each spot where he had trod,
Till after-poets only knew
Their firstborn brother as a god.