Let no Shepherd sing to me <br />The stupid praise of Constancy, <br />Nature bids her subjects range, <br />All creation's full of change. <br />See the varying hours display <br />Morning, Evening, Night, and Day, <br />See the circling seasons bring <br />Summer, Winter, Autumn, Spring. <br />Shall the river's current full <br />Idly sleep a stagnate pool, <br />Shall the pedant's mandate bind <br />The rapid wave, the fleeting wind. <br />Thus I sung when Chloe's eyes <br />Made my vanquish'd heart their prize, <br />Where's my passion now to range, <br />Love of Freedom, love of Change. <br />Still my breast retains it's views, <br />Still variety pursues, <br />Happy in one Nymph to find <br />Every charm of Womankind.<br /><br />Henry James Pye<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-let-no-shepherd-sing-to-me/
