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Edith Nesbit - Shepherds All And Maidens Fair
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PIPE, shepherds, pipe, the summer`s ripe; 
    So wreathe your crooks with flowers; 
The world`s in tune to Love and June, 
    The days are rich in hours, 
In rosy hours, in golden hours-- 
    Love`s crown and fortune fair, 
So gather gold for Love to hold, 
    And flowers for Love to wear! 


Sing, maidens, sing! A dancing ring 
    Of pleasures speed your way; 
Too harsh and dry is fierce July, 
    Too maiden-meek was May; 
But Love and June their old sweet tune 
    Are singing at your ear: 
So learn the song and troop along 
    To meet your shepherds dear! 


Oh, Chloris fair, a rose to wear, 
    And gold to spend have I-- 
When all are gay on this June day 
    You would not bid me sigh? 
You would not scorn a swain forlorn-- 
    Each shepherd far and near 
Hastes to his sweet, with flying feet, 
    As I towards my dear. 


No maids there be in Arcady 
    But have their shepherds true; 
Must you alone despise the one 
    Who only pipes for you? 
You have no ear my pipe to hear 
    Though all for you it be; 
And I no eyes for her who sighs 
    And only sings for me!
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