And, hushed in silence, broods;
And all the vocal choir of songsters sings
Among the whispering woods.
And sweetly warbling on his oaten pipe,
His own dear shepherd-maid,
The herd-boy leads along his flock of sheep
To the sequestered shade;
Where shepherd youths and maids in secret bowers,
In song and feast unite
In joyful band, to pass the sultry hours