The Shepherd of Nymphs

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The Shepherd of Nymphs

The nymphs a shepherd took

To guard their snowy sheep;

He led them down along the brook,

And guided them with pipe and crook,

Until he fell asleep.

But when the piping stayed,

Across the flowery mead

The milk-white nymphs ran out afraid:

O Thyrsis, wake! Your flock has strayed⁠—

The nymphs a shepherd need.