The Poet Shepherd
Down in the vale the lazy sheep
Are roaming at their will,
But I would be away to weep
Upon the windy hill,
For Summer's song is in my heart,
Her kiss is on my brow,
As here I kneel alone, apart,
To consecrate our vow.
Ah, doubly poor the gift shall be
That links my soul with hers,
For she has given her all to me
While I can give but tears!
Charles Hamilton Musgrove
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