A PASTORAL.
The little village of my heart
Hath tangled lanes and roses,
And paths of musky hollyhocks
Wherein the wild bee noses.
’Tis summer, summer everywhere,
And drowsy pipes are playing,
Some little peace-dream all the while,
Where sweethearts go a-straying.
Just follow where the piper leads,
With Love—the gypsy rover—
You’ll find the little barefoot joys
You lost out in the clover.
Singlehurst.