Eleanor Farjeon

The Happy Shepherd

      (Old Love-Lilt)

Hither when I see to stray
        Her pink dress
  With her flock round it prest
As she were a rose in snow:
  Then my heart within my breast
Like a lamb to and fro
On a hill of green doth play
        For happiness.

Meward when I hear her sing
        And impress
  All sweet airs that do flow
Round her head with airs more sweet:
  Little songs my heart doth blow,
Gay and glad, half-complete,
Like the snatches piped by spring
        For happiness.