LIKE some vision olden <br />Of far other time, <br />When the age was golden, <br />In the young world's prime <br />Is thy soft pipe ringing, <br />O lonely shepherd boy, <br />What song art thou singing, <br />In thy youth and joy? <br /> <br />Or art thou complaining <br />Of thy lowly lot, <br />And thine own disdaining <br />Dost ask what thou hast not? <br />Of the future dreaming, <br />Weary of the past, <br />For the present scheming, <br />All but what thou hast. <br /> <br />No, thou art delighting <br />In thy summer home; <br />Where the flowers inviting <br />Tempt the bee to roam; <br />Where the cowslip bending, <br />With its golden bells, <br />Of each glad hour's ending <br />With a sweet chime tells. <br /> <br />All wild creatures love him <br />When he is alone, <br />Every bird above him <br />Sings its softest tone. <br />Thankful to high Heaven, <br />Humble in thy joy, <br />Much to thee is given, <br />Lowly shepherd boy.<br /><br />Letitia Elizabeth Landon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sheperd-boy/
