And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.
`Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down,
And the dews of night arise;
Come, come leave off
play, and let us away
Till the morning appears in the skies.'
`No, no, let us play, for it is yet day,
And we cannot go to sleep;
Besides, in the sky the little birds fly,
And
the hills are all cover'd with sheep.'
`Well, well, go and play till the light fades away,
And then go home to bed.'
The little ones leapèd and shoutèd
and laugh'd
And all the hills echoèd.