The Shepherd.
(On a fragment by De Bussy.) Thy slender form I think I see On winter hills of Tuscany, Thy slender pipe I think I hear, So very faint, so very clear. That lonely reed! It seems to me To sing thine own simplicity, For thou art but a child and young, How should 'st thou know a subtler tongue? Then, still a child, I pray thee pass! I would not see thee with a lass. Nor follow thee o'er grass and rock. As thou dost lead some larger flock. Ah no! That little, wilding pipe I would not give for one more ripe; E'en glad were I to hear it spent Unchanged, and thou still innocent!
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"(On a fragment by De Bussy.)..."
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