SHEPHERD in delicate Dresden china, Loitering ever the while you twine a Garland of oddly azure roses, All for a shepherdess passing fair; Poor little shepherdess waiting there All the time for your china posies, Posies pale for her jet-black hair! Doesn't she wait (oh, the anxious glances!) Flowers for one of your stately dances, A crown to finish a dainty toilette, (Haven't the harps just now begun, Minuets 'neath a china sun?) Doesn't she dread that the dust may soil it, When, oh, @3when@1 will the boy be done? Summer and winter and still you linger, Laggard lover with lazy finger, Never your little maid's wreath completing, Still half-strung are its petalled showers: Must she wait all her dancing hours, Wait in spite of her shy entreating, Wait for ever her azure flowers? |