THE HAPPY SHEPHERD
Reading edition
(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.