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Go, for they call you, Shepherd, from the hill; / Go, Shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes: / No longer leave thy wistful flock unfed, / Nor let thy bawling fellows rack their throats, / Nor the cropp'd herbage shoot another head.
But when the fields are still, / And the tired men and dogs all gone to rest, / And only the white sheep are sometimes seen / Cross and recross the strips of moon-blanch'd green, / Come, Shepherd, and again renew the quest.