And even as wind and water, or the call
Of lowing herds, the murmur of them goes by.
Semi-Chorus.—
I know a valley in the hills,
Where echoes in the rocks and rills
Make melody; and there the cry
Of flocks is heard; and clamorous lambs
Bleat and hearken for their dams.
Whom when they hear, from far or nigh,
Swiftly along the meads they leap,