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.'