The Shepherd Boy - . . . . . . . . . . Heinriech Heine
The shepherd boy a kingdom rules,
An emerald hill his throne,
Crown’d with golden sunshine,
He reigneth there alone.
His goats, court-players are;
Each wears a tinkling bell,
And the bird’s sweet pipings,
A royal concert tell.
And the piping and the bells,
With the brooks soft rhymes,
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