The Country Maiden Poem by Portia Burton

As I wander through the bushes,
The grassy meadows, the clustered trees,
Or passing by the riverside rushes,
Or pushing through the tangled thickets;
I hear songs all around!

Songs from the heather and the springs,
From flowers, even from tender saplings,
Some come wafting on the wind,
And some are sung by merry drizzles;
And all these songs get further enriched
By various birds' musical tweets.

Suddenly I feel like a country maiden,
Grown among the cattle and pasture,
Roaming on the hillocks forever golden,
Gathering honey from the verdure,
Hand in hand with my cowherd boy,
Sharing smiles and innocent joy.