Passes the night beside his quiet flock, Watching that no wild beast may scatter it, Such at that hour were we, all three of us, I like the goat, and like the herdsmen they, Begirt on this side and on that by rocks. Little could there be seen of things without; But through that little I beheld the stars More luminous and larger than their wont. 1064 Thus ruminating, and beholding these, Sleep seized upon me⁠—sleep, that oftentimes Before a deed is done has tidings of it. 1065 It was the hour, I think, when from the East First on the mountain Citherea beamed, 1066 Who with the fire of love seems always burning; Youthful and beautiful in dreams methought I saw a lady walking in a meadow, Gathering flowers; and singing she was saying: “Know whosoever may my name demand 1067 That I am Leah, and go moving round My beauteous hands to make myself a garland.