Part back thy mantle, fringed with green,     Broidered with leaf and blossom, And lay him tenderly to sleep     Dear Earth, upon thy bosom. Thy cheerful birds, thy liberal flowers,     Thy woods and waters, only, Gave him their sweet companionship,     And made his hours less lonely. Then part thy mantle, fringed with green,     Broidered with leaf and blossom, And lay him tenderly to sleep     Dear Earth, upon thy bosom. […] Thy silver dishes for thy meat, As precious as the gods do eat, Shall on an ivory table be Prepared each day for thee and me. The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then, live with me and be my love.