ARCADIE. II
I travelled many winding ways
That weary seemed to me,
In cloudy nights and windy days
To find old Arcadie.
The shepherds by the wayside wept
"We fain would go with thee,
An 'twere not for the sheep we kept,
To far off Arcadie."
Along the selfsame way I fare
And the shepherds ask of me,
"Hast thou seen the sweet land anywhere?"
"Yea, but the people dwelling there
Know not 'tis Arcadie."