Amynta

My sheep I neglected, I broke my sheep-hook,
And all the gay haunts of my youth I forsook;
No more for Amynta fresh garlands I wove;
For ambition, I said, would soon cure me of love.

O, what had my youth with ambition to do?
Why left I Amynta? why broke I my vow?
O, give me my sheep, and my sheep-hook restore,
And I'll wander from love and Amynta no more.

Through regions remote in vain do I rove,
And bid the wide ocean secure me from love!
O, fool! to imagine that aught could subdue
A love so well founded, a passion so true!

Alas, 'tis too late at thy fate to repine;
Poor Shepherd, Amynta can no more be thine;
Thy tears are all fruitless, thy wishes are vain,
The moments neglected return not again.