Softly along the road of evening,
In a twilight dim with rose,
Wrinkled with age, and drenched with dew
Old Nod, the shepherd, goes.
His drowsy flock streams on before him,
Their fleeces charged with gold,
To where the sun's last beam leans low
On Nod the shepherd's fold.
The hedge is quick and green with briar,
From their sand the conies creep;
And all the birds that fly in heaven
Flock singing home to sleep.
His lambs outnumber a noon's roses,
Yet, when night's shadows fall,
His blind old sheep-dog, Slumber-soon,
Misses not one of all.
His are the quiet steeps of dreamland,
The waters of no-more-pain,
His ram's bell rings 'neath an arch of stars,
"Rest, rest, and rest again."
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This poem speaks of quiet, calm, solitude, nature and of an old man who has walked the same fields and lanes for his whole lifetime, along with his dog. There is too I think reference to God and his flock but maybe i'm reading something that isn't there at all. It's a lovely poem and men like Nod are still caring for their flocks in this very same way. Peaceful!
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