Classic Poem

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 brook's soft rhymes,
Lull the drowsy king to sleep,
While gently nod the pines.