The Sheep

Slowly they pass
In the grey of the evening
Over the wet road,
A flock of sheep.

Slowly they wend
In the grey of the gloaming,
Over the wet road
That winds through the town.

Slowly they pass,
And gleaming whitely
Vanish away
In the grey of the evening.

Ah, what memories
Loom for a moment,
Gleam for a moment,
And vanish away,
Of the white days
When we two together
Went in the evening
Where the sheep lay :

We two together,
Went with slow feet
In the grey of the evening
Where the sheep lay.

Whitely they gleam
For a moment and vanish
Away in the dimness
Of sorrowful years :

Gleam for a moment,
All white, and go fading
Away in the greyness
Of sundering years.

Seumas O'Sullivan

Originally Posted by Golden28 I also hear sheep make good wives :)