They Graze In Beauty

A pastoral parody of Lord Byron’s classic poem, “She Walks In Beauty”…

THEY graze in beauty on the land of grassy glades and dewy dales, and all that’s best of tamed and tanned meets in their aspect and their tails; thus softened with that tender hand which Shepherd to mild glen compels.

One fleece the more, one spot the less, had half-obscured the shearless grace which wreathes in every woolen tress that gently whitens o’er their face, where eyes serenely sweet express how pure, how dear their ovine race.

And on that rump, and o’er that round, so firm, so strong, yet elegant, the baas that win, the hooves that bound, but tell of days in meadows spent — a flock at peace with all around, a drove whose milk is innocent.