Deep and deep into the woods
I would sink; on and on would
I walk; till I reach the forest hoods!
Shepherd; aah! Be that I could!
Taking the sheep, I would move,
from noise to less; to tranquility.
The welcome note would Coo the Dove;
at the brink of the forest, mighty!
Sheep the grass, juicy would enjoy;
So would I, my moments calm.
Under the bower I would coy;
In mind of-course, a melodious psalm!
At night, my sheep would recline
and I would take, to tree trunk;