No, I am not a shepherd's boy,'
Awaking from his dream, he said,
‘Ah! where is now the promis'd joy
Of this?—for ever, ever fled!

‘O picture dear!—for her lov'd sake
How fondly could my heart bewail!
My friendly shepherdess, O wake,
And tell me more of this sad tale.

‘O tell me more of this sad tale—
No; thou enjoy thy gentle sleep!
And I will go to Lothian's vale,
And more than all her waters weep.’