Page:Tristram of Lyonesse and other poems (IA tristramoflyonesswinrich).pdf/347

XVI.

Till the tale of all this flock of days alike

All be done,
Weary days of waiting till the month's hand strike
Thirty-one,
Till the clock's hand of the month break off, and end
With the clock,
Till the last and whitest sheep at last be penned
Of the flock,
I their shepherd keep the count of night and day
With my song,
Though my song be, like this month which once was May,
All too long.