Текст оригинала на английском языке
The Sheperd Boy
LIKE some vision olden Of far other time, When the age was golden, In the young world's prime Is thy soft pipe ringing, O lonely shepherd boy, What song art thou singing, In thy youth and joy? Or art thou complaining Of thy lowly lot, And thine own disdaining Dost ask what thou hast not? Of the future dreaming, Weary of the past, For the present scheming, All but what thou hast. No, thou art delighting In thy summer home; Where the flowers inviting Tempt the bee to roam; Where the cowslip bending, With its golden bells, Of each glad hour's ending With a sweet chime tells. All wild creatures love him When he is alone, Every bird above him Sings its softest tone. Thankful to high Heaven, Humble in thy joy, Much to thee is given, Lowly shepherd boy.
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