At Evening's Hush
Now pipe no more, glad Shepherd, Your joys from this fair hill Through golden eves and still: There sounds from yon dense quarry A burden harsh and sorry. No piping now, poor Shepherd. Men strive with violent hand, And anger stirs the bland Blithe heaven that ne'er yet trembled, Save with great spirits assembled. No more, no more, sad Shepherd, Let thy bright fingers stray Idly in the old way; No more their nimble glancing Set gleeful spirits a-dancing. Put by thy pipe, O Shepherd! There needs no note of thine For men deaf, undivine.... And lest brute hands should take it, O sorrowful Shepherd, break it!
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"Now pipe no more, glad Shepherd,..."
This evocative piece by John Frederick Freeman, titled "At Evening's Hush", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...