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.