We admit all that the goatherd certifies.

Lone were the hills, save where supine The dozing goatherd lay, Or, at a rude and broken shrine, The peasant knelt to pray; Or where athwart the distant blue Thin saffron clouds ascend, As Carbonari, hid from view, Their smouldering embers tend.

"O lack-love and perverse, in quest of thee; Herdsman in name, but goatherd rightlier called.