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Alfred Austin - "`Shepherd swains that feed your flocks"
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`Shepherd swains that feed your flocks
 `Mong the grassy—rooted rocks,
 While I still see sun and moon,
 Grant to me this simple boon:
 As I sit on craggy seat,
 And your kids and young lambs bleat,
 Let who on the pierced pipe blows
 Play the sweetest air he knows.
 And, when I no more shall hear
 Grasshopper or chanticleer,
 Strew green bay and yellow broom
 On the silence of my tomb;
 And, still giving as you gave,
 Milk a she—goat at my grave.
 For, though life and joy be fled,
 Dear are love—gifts to the dead.`
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