The Shepherd Girl and Boy

Where Daphnis and where Chloe play, among the hills...she follow him, her shepherd boy, two lovers meant. Though they were flung apart, for errant knowledge thought...one day a satyr heard their cry and found them out.

You are not near, that near'r, you cannot be...as you are only chaste, because of fear. Dear Daphnis, she is not your sister. You were two babe's, taken at your birth, from harm, to be raised of...a kind and noble family.

You may lay, one twain...of sympathy, tangled in each others limbs, for you were lover's born. Now, kiss...for is no harm, to be as thou were meant to be. And, thus they did...where all the flock's in forest peeped, smiling for their shepherd girl and boy.


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016, at Deming, New Mexico

Art: Daphnis and Chloe, google art