Who can live in heart so glad <br />As the merry country lad? <br />Who upon a fair green balk <br />May at pleasure sit and walk, <br />And amid the azure skies <br />See the morning sun arise, <br />While he hears in every spring <br />How the birds do chirp and sing: <br />Or before the hounds in cry <br />See the hare go stealing by: <br />Or along the shallow brook, <br />Angling with a baited hook, <br />See the fishes leap and play <br />In a blessed sunny day: <br />Or to hear the partridge call <br />Till she have her covey all: <br />Or to see the subtle fox, <br />How the villain plies the box; <br />After feeding on his prey, <br />How he closely steals away, <br />Through the hedge and down the furrow <br />Till he gets into his burrow: <br />Then the bee to gather honey; <br />And the little black-haired coney, <br />On a bank for sunny place, <br />With her forefeet wash her face,- <br />Are not these, with thousands moe <br />Than the courts of kings do know, <br />The true pleasing spirit's sights <br />That may breed true love's delights?<br /><br />Nicholas Breton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-can-live-in-heart-so-glad/
