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THE SAD SHEPHERD
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Shepherd
They say that on your barren mountain ridge
You have measured out the road that the soul treads
When it has vanished from our natural eyes;
That you have talked with apparitions.
Goatherd
Indeed
My daily thoughts since the first stupor of youth
Have found the path my goats' feet cannot find.
Shepherd
Sing, for it may be that your thoughts have plucked
Some medicable herb to make our grief
Less bitter.
