A spoof--or imitation--of George Gordon, Lord Byron's classic poem, "She Walks In Beauty."
|THEY throng 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 to that tender hand
which Shepherd to mild glen compels.
One fleece the more, one spot the less,
had half-revered the shearless grace
which wreathes in every woolen tress
or softly brightens 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.