William Morris,
The Sundering Flood — The Bight of the Cloven Knoll
(1898)
“ And she drew forth the pipe from her bosom and fell to playing it, and a ravishing sweet melody came thence, and so merry, that the lad himself began to shift his feet as one moving to measure, and straightway he heard a sound of bleating, and sheep came running toward the maiden from all about. Then she arose and ran to them, lest they should shove each other into the water; and she danced before them, lifting up her scanty blue skirts and twinkling her bare feet and legs, while her hair danced about her; and the sheep, they too capered and danced about as if she had bidden them. ”
