ONE Spring-morning bright and fair, <br /> <br />Roam'd a shepherdess and sang; <br />Young and beauteous, free from care, <br /> <br />Through the fields her clear notes rang: <br />So, Ia, Ia! le ralla. <br /> <br />Of his lambs some two or three <br /> <br />Thyrsis offer'd for a kiss; <br />First she eyed him roguishly, <br /> <br />Then for answer sang but this: <br />So, Ia, Ia! le ralla. <br /> <br />Ribbons did the next one offer, <br /> <br />And the third, his heart so true <br />But, as with the lambs, the scoffer <br /> <br />Laugh'd at heart and ribbons too,-- <br />Still 'twas Ia! le ralla.<br /><br />Johann Wolfgang von Goethe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-coy-one/
