Sweet birds! that sit and sing among the shady valleys, <br />And see how sweetly Phyllis walks amid her garden alleys, <br />Go round about her bower, and sing as ye are bidden: <br />To her is only known his faith that from the world is hidden, <br />And she among you all that hath the sweetest voice, <br />Go chirp of him that never told, yet never changed, his voice. <br /> <br />And not forget his faith that lived forever loved <br />Yet never made his fancy known, nor ever favor moved; <br />And ever let your ground of all your grace be this- <br />'To you, to you, to you the due of love and honor is, <br />On you, on you, on you our music all attendeth, <br />For as on you our Muse begun, in you all music endeth.'<br /><br />Nicholas Breton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-pastoral-4/
