ROVER, awake! the grey Cock crows! <br />Come, shake your coat and go with me! <br />High in the East the green Hill glows; <br />And glory crowns our shelt'ring Tree. <br />The Sheep expect us at the fold: <br />My faithful Dog, let's haste away, <br />And in his earliest beams behold, <br />And hail, the source of cheerful day. <br /> <br />Half his broad orb o'erlooks the Hill, <br />And darting down the Valley flies: <br />At every casement welcome still; <br />The golden summons of the skies. <br />Go, fetch my Staff; and o'er the dews <br />Let Echo waft thy gladsome voice. <br />Shall we a cheerful note refuse <br />When rising Morn proclaims 'Rejoice!' <br /> <br />Now then we'll start; and thus I'll sling <br />Our store, a trivial load to bear: <br />Yet, ere night comes, should hunger sting, <br />I'll not encroach on _Rover's_ share. <br />The fresh breeze bears its sweets along; <br />The Lark but chides us while we stay: <br />Soon shall the Vale repeat my song; <br />Go brush before, away, away.<br /><br />Robert Bloomfield<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-shepherd-and-his-dog-rover/
