Oh Gallant Shepherd Part 2.

It was in spring,

when shepherd aspired to put fresh roses in his new wife’s hair.

And she laughed, and pulled his arm away, all was quite enough!

The sheep nestled by their feet, and humored their laugh,

but it herd something sound, as did the shepherd vague.

The sheep tilted his head, and saw not to far,

a young man with a menacing ware.

The lovers were oblivious, and yet the Tom was obvious.

So he bahed, and sent the boy away.

And the shepherd turned, to see what ailed his sheep,

whom now had loftily turned to sleep.

The air was clean, the sky ever blue, and clouds drew out

the pictures of those in love.

And the sun shone remorse for those whom love renounced,

and as it well saw the boy, whom loved the new shepherdess.

Seemingly every day he would stow behind the marble;

an old seventeenth century memorial.

And it was one day when the shepherds love did not come,

and he was in the meadow haying.

He espied the Tom, and called to him before he’d fleet.

The Tom promenaded slowly, and turned his head away,

but the gallant shepherd, held out his arm,

eager to join him in colloquy.

All in while was the shepherd was dumb, of this boy’s envy.

The sheep took to him well, and sniffed his hand, bahed to call him a new friend.

It  humored the shepherd well,

“ I seeth thou had made a new friend, but what calls thee to this place?

For the town is miles yonder?”

“ Avast yea modest man, for as thou must know, I love the new shepherdess, indeed!”

 Declared the boy immodest.

The Shepherd looked upon the Tom with beguiled eyes,

and jewels a dazed.

“ Ah, but kind monsieur, the shepherdess is my dearest wife!

 Surely, thy mean not-”

“ Alas, shepherd, so haughty, and gallant,

with the tenderest  affections it will suffice her a swoon.”

Aghast, the shepherd turned eye toward his flock,

whom they idly grazed upon the arms of mother earth,

hence, then the sun who bathed, and blessed their wool with warm caresses.

nescient they of their despairing master.

And before a word passed his solemn lips,

there came the shepherdess carrying grapes for her love’s consume.

She caught the eye of the Tom,

whose skin flushed,

thence, beheld she the eyes of her beloved,

crested cerise,

a tear of anguish prevailed,

and gently brushed upon her tender flesh.

“ Care not I, what my Father says never more!”

The Tom leaped, and seized the delicate lily arm,

and embraced the hand,

the warmth of angels pervaded him,

but all at once,

the gallant shepherd flashed his eye toward the Tom,

and in a second, one valiant bound,

he snatched his wife,

and ‘oer the hill ran he,

he jumped down the hill

while all the while,

the shepherdess laughing,

they gently tumulted to the ground.

An angel had caught the lovers,

and carefully descended them upon the ground

by the tip of her wing.

the sheep rounded near their masters,

and the shepherdess with all relief,

wiped a tear from her rouge cheek,

the shepherd embraced her cherubic visage,

slowly he enveloped her in his arms..