Idyllic

To lie beneath a cloudless sky

     On moss beneath a shallow brook

Where smells of wild-flowers in the dells

     Make me forgetful of my book,—

To dream of shepherd with his crook,

     Of sheep on grassy slopes asleep,—

To catch a visionary look

     Of shepherdess, and hear her step

Fall like a whisper on the ground,—

     To watch her sunny smiles, and see

Her dainty garments, soft and snowy,

     Fold gracefully her form around,—

’Tis like a day in Sicily

     With Daphnis and his sweetheart Chloë.