Shepherds go whistling on their way <br />In the spring season of the year; <br />One watches weather-signs of day; <br />One of his maid most dear <br />Dreams; and they do not hear <br />The birds that sing and sing; they do not see <br />Wide wealds of blue beyond their windy lea, <br />Nor blossoms red and white on every tree.<br /><br />Siegfried Sassoon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/arcady-unheeding/
