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A couple by Richard Eberhart.
"When Doris Danced"
When Doris danced under the oak tree
The sun himself might wish to see,
Might bend beneath those lovers , leaves,
While her her virgin step she weaves
And envious cast his famous hue
To make her daft, yet win her too.
When Doris danced under the oak tree
Slow John, so stormed in heart, at sea
Gone all his store, a wreck he lay.
But on the ground the sun-beams play.
They lit his face in such degree
Doris lay down, all out of pity.
1951
For a Lamb
I saw on a slant hill a putrid lamb,
Propped with daisies. The sleep looked deep
The face nudged in the green pillow
But the guts were out for the crows to eat.
Where's the lamb? whose tender plaint
Said all for the mute breezes.
Say he's in the wind somewhere,
Say, there's a lamb in the daisies.
1936
"When Doris Danced"
When Doris danced under the oak tree
The sun himself might wish to see,
Might bend beneath those lovers , leaves,
While her her virgin step she weaves
And envious cast his famous hue
To make her daft, yet win her too.
When Doris danced under the oak tree
Slow John, so stormed in heart, at sea
Gone all his store, a wreck he lay.
But on the ground the sun-beams play.
They lit his face in such degree
Doris lay down, all out of pity.
1951
For a Lamb
I saw on a slant hill a putrid lamb,
Propped with daisies. The sleep looked deep
The face nudged in the green pillow
But the guts were out for the crows to eat.
Where's the lamb? whose tender plaint
Said all for the mute breezes.
Say he's in the wind somewhere,
Say, there's a lamb in the daisies.
1936