Self-Admiration

A MAIDEN to the fountain went; I saw her overhang the place— And—she was young and innocent— I heard her say with simple grace, “Indeed she has a pretty face; And if she had a spring-flower wreath, How well ’twould sit upon her brow; And she might hear the shepherd breathe, Yes! thou shalt be my maiden now! The shepherd—’midst his fleecy drove, Goes like a moon the stars above.”