THE HAPPY SHEPHERD
(Old Love-Lilt)
Hither when I see to stray
Her pink dress
With her flock round it prest
As she were a rose in snow:
Then my heart within my breast
Like a lamb to and fro
On a hill of green doth play
For happiness.
Meward when I hear her sing
And impress
All sweet airs that do flow
Round her head with airs more sweet:
Little songs my heart doth blow,
Gay and glad, half-complete,
Like the snatches piped by spring
For happiness.