Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal

(25 July 1829 - 11 February 1862 / London / England)

Shepherd Turned Sailor - Poem by Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal

Now Christ ye save yon bonny shepherd
Sailing on the sea;
Ten thousand souls are sailing there
But they belong to Thee.
If he is lost then all is lost
And all is dead to me.

My love should have a grey head-stonee
And green moss at his feet
And clinging grass above his breast
Whereon his lambs could bleat,
And I should know the span of earth
Where some day I might sleep.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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