 | The Shepherd's Garden |  |
34
THE SHEPHERD'S WOOING.
A shepherd sat beneath an oak,
Oh, the happy wooing!
When as grave Cynthia did unyoke
Her team and bright Apollo woke.
This was Love's sweet doing.
Oh, the happy wooing!
When as grave Cynthia did unyoke
Her team and bright Apollo woke.
This was Love's sweet doing.
And by his side beneath the tree,
Oh, the happy wooing!
Sat a maiden fair to see:
Lips and eyes might well agree.
This was Love's sweet doing.
Oh, the happy wooing!
Sat a maiden fair to see:
Lips and eyes might well agree.
This was Love's sweet doing.
When he told his tale, I wis,
Oh, the happy wooing!
Turning rosy through her bliss,
She did not scorn the proffered kiss.
This was Love's sweet doing.
Oh, the happy wooing!
Turning rosy through her bliss,
She did not scorn the proffered kiss.
This was Love's sweet doing.
So he took his crook, and she—
Oh, the happy wooing!—
Promised soon his bride to be;
Then, hand in hand with her, said he,
This is Love's sweet doing.
Oh, the happy wooing!—
Promised soon his bride to be;
Then, hand in hand with her, said he,
This is Love's sweet doing.
| The Shepherd's Garden | |