“Ispakehastily，forIwasashamedofherwords，thoughIonlyhalfunderstoodthem：’Iheartheeanddeemthatthoumockestme：
Ihaveneverknownamother；Iambutapoorthrall，agoatherddwellingwithamistressinanookofthiswildwood：
Ihaveneverapieceofbread；butastothegoats’milk，thatthoushalthaveatonce。’SoIcalledoneofmygoatstome，forIknewthemall，andmilkedherintoawoodenbowlthatI
carriedslungaboutme，andgavetheoldwomantodrink：
andshekissedmyhandanddrankandspakeagain，butnolongerinawhiningvoice，likeabeggarbiddingalmsinthestreet，butfrankandfree。