Classic Poem

My heart, you happy wandered
Along the sunny hill,
All day a-singing, singing,
As the happy shepherd will.

The friendly blue of heaven
Looked on you from above;
'T was joyance all for the shepherd
And the little lambs of love.

Oh, when the shadows gathered,
And the damp upon the rock,
Heart, heart, poor silly shepherd,
Why did you count the flock!