O shepherds, tell me, have you seen
This banished Love come wandering by?
Why shines the sun, regret to mock,
Why flaunt the flowers in hues so gay,
Why skip with joy the snowy flock,
When poor lost Love is far away?
Unfeeling shepherds, wherefore smile
And point toward my breaking heart?
What! close behind me all this while?
O sweet! we two no more shall part.