StoryTitle("caps", "The Shepherd of King Admetus") ?>
a year the children learn "The Shepherd of King Admetus," which is
one of the finest poems ever written as showing the possible growth of real
history into mythology, the tendency of mankind to deify what is fine or
sublime in human action. Not every child will learn this entire poem,
because it is too long. But every child will learn the best lines in
it while the children are teaching it to me and when I take my turn
in teaching it to them. No child fails to catch the spirit and intent
of the poem and to become entirely familiar with it. (1819-91.)
PoemStart() ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "There came a youth upon the earth,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "Some thousand years ago,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Whose slender hands were nothing worth,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "Whether to plow, or reap, or sow.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Upon an empty tortoise-shell", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "He stretched some chords, and drew", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Music that made men's bosoms swell", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "Fearless, or brimmed their eyes with dew.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Then King Admetus, one who had", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "Pure taste by right divine,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Decreed his singing not too bad", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "To hear between the cups of wine:", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "And so, well pleased with being soothed", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "Into a sweet half-sleep,", "") ?>
PagePoem(172, "L0", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Three times his kingly beard he smoothed,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "And made him viceroy o'er his sheep.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "His words were simple words enough,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "And yet he used them so,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "That what in other mouths was rough", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "In his seemed musical and low.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Men called him but a shiftless youth,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "In whom no good they saw;", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "And yet, unwittingly, in truth,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "They made his careless words their law.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "They knew not how he learned at all,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "For idly, hour by hour,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "He sat and watched the dead leaves fall,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "Or mused upon a common flower.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "It seemed the loveliness of things", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "Did teach him all their use,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "For, in mere weeds, and stones, and springs,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "He found a healing power profuse.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Men granted that his speech was wise,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "But, when a glance they caught", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Of his slim grace and woman's eyes,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "They laughed, and called him good-for-naught.", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Yet after he was dead and gone,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "And e'en his memory dim,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Earth seemed more sweet to live upon,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "More full of love, because of him.", "") ?>
PagePoem(173, "L0", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "And day by day more holy grew", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "Each spot where he had trod,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Till after-poets only knew", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "Their first-born brother as a god.", "") ?>
PoemAttribution("100", SmallCapsText("James Russell Lowell.")) ?>
PoemEnd() ?>