WHY thus from the plain does thy shepherdess rove, Forsaking her swain, and neglecting his love! You have heard all my grief, you see how I die, Oh! give some relief to the swain whom you fly. How can you complain, or what am I to say, Since my dog lies unfed, and my sheep run astray! Need I tell what I mean, that I languish alone, When I leave all the plain, you may guess 'tis for one. |