Dermot, Sheelah

A Nymph and swain, Sheelah and Dermot hight; Who wont to weed the court of Gosford knight; While each with stubbed knife removed the roots, That raised between the stones their daily shoots; As at their work they sate in counterview, With mutual beauty smit, their passion grew. Sing, heavenly Muse, in sweetly flowing strain, The soft endearments of the nymph and swain.