Poem by Walter Savage Landor

A Pastoral

Damon was sitting in the grove
With Phyllis, and protesting love;
And she was listening; but no word
Of all he loudly swore she heard.
How! was she deaf then? no, not she,
Phyllis was quite the contrary.
Tapping his elbow, she said, 'Hush!
O what a darling of a thrush!
I think he never sang so well
As now, below us, in the dell.'

1. Twenty Years Hence My Eyes May Grow
2. Idle Words
3. Pleasure! Why Thus Desert the Heart
4. The Gates of Fame and of the Grave
5. With Rosy Hand a Little Girl Prest Down

Ellis Butler A Pastoral ("Just as the sun was setting")

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