THE SHEPHERD’S HOLIDAY.
AS I went forth one morning,
the fields and meadows so fresh and gay,
Flora the spangling beams adorning,
early by the break of day.
I went to pluck my love sweet posies.
the whitest blossom from the field,
Down by the banks of pinks end roses,
there sat Clymenia most mild.
Ye gentle Gods of silent slumber,
caus’d her youthful eyes to sleep,
Until the watchful shepherd call’d her,
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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