Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Margaret L. Woods. b. 1856882. Genius Loci
PEACE, Shepherd, peace! What boots it singing on? | |
Since long ago grace-giving Phoebus died, | |
And all the train that loved the stream-bright side | |
Of the poetic mount with him are gone | |
Beyond the shores of Styx and Acheron, | 5 |
In unexplorèd realms of night to hide. | |
The clouds that strew their shadows far and wide | |
Are all of Heaven that visits Helicon. | |
Yet here, where never muse or god did haunt, | |
Still may some nameless power of Nature stray, | 10 |
Pleased with the reedy stream’s continual chant | |
And purple pomp of these broad fields in May. | |
The shepherds meet him where he herds the kine, | |
And careless pass him by whose is the gift divine. |