a lament for a lovely steer, 1600's

Here's something a little different: a bucolic poem in which a sheperdess mourns her favorite, beloved steer, done in by a dog bite.  This bucolic (poem about shepherds and herding) was written by the English cleric/poet Robert Herrick.  Note: a "netherdess" is an archaic word for "a female cowherd."

A BUCOLIC BETWIXT TWO: LACON AND THYRSIS
Lacon. For a kiss or two, confess,
What doth cause this pensiveness,
Thou most lovely neatherdess?
Why so lonely on the hill?
Why thy pipe by thee so still,
That erewhile was heard so shrill?
Tell me, do thy kine now fail
To fulfil the milking-pail?
Say, what is't that thou dost ail?

Thyr. None of these; but out, alas!
A mischance is come to pass,
And I'll tell thee what it was;
See, mine eyes are weeping ripe.

Lacon. Tell, and I'll lay down my pipe.

Thyr. I have lost my lovely steer,
That to me was far more dear
Than these kine which I milk here:
Broad of forehead, large of eye,
Parti-colored like a pie,
Smooth in each limb as a die,
Clear of hoof, and clear of horn,
Sharply pointed as a thorn;
With a neck by yoke unworn,
From the which hung down by strings
Balls of cowslips, daisy rings,
Enterplaced with ribbanings;
Faultless every way for shape;
Not a straw could him escape;
Ever gamesome as an ape,
But yet harmless as a sheep.
Pardon, Lacon, if I weep;
Tears will spring where woes are deep.
Now, ai me! ai me! Last night
Came a mad dog, and did bite,
Aye, and killed my dear delight.

Lacon. Alack, for grief!

Thyr. But I'll be brief.
Hence I must, for time doth call
Me, and my sad playmates all,
To his evening funeral.
Live long, Lacon; so adieu.

Lacon. Mournful maid, farewell to you;
Earth afford ye flowers to strew.

-- Judson, Alexander Corbin, 1883-. Seventeenth-century Lyrics. Chicago, Ill.: The Universityof Chicago press, 1932. 50-51.