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!" |