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| The Sheep Meadow, Moonlight Jean Francois Millet |
Silver Sheep
by Anne Blackwell Payne
The sun's a bright-haired shepherd boy,
Who drives the stars away;
Beyond the far blue meadows
He shuts them up by day.
At six or seven or eight o'clock,
Over the bars they leap--
The rams with horns of silver,
The little silver sheep.
And while the shepherd takes a nap
Behind a hill, near-by,
They roam the dusky pature
And graze upon the sky.
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