No. 24 A Pastoral
There went out in the dawning light
A little rustic maiden;
Her flock so white, her crook so slight,
With fleecy new wool laden.
Small is the flock, and there you’ll see
The she-ass and the wether;
This goat’s a he, and that’s a she,
The bull-calf and the heifer.
She looked upon the green sward, where
A student lay at leisure:
“What do you there, young sir, so fair?”
“Come, play with me, my treasure!”
A third seems to have been written in the South, perhaps upon the shores of one of the Italian lakes—Como or Garda.