Second Song.—To the Same.
Thy tuwhits are lulled, I wot,1
Thy tuwhoos of yesternight,2
Which upon the dark afloat,3
So took echo with delight,4
So took echo with delight,5
That her voice untuneful grown,6
Wears all day a fainter tone.7
I would mock thy chant anew ;8
But I cannot mimic it,9
Not a whit of thy tuwhoo,10
Thee to woo to thy tuwhit,11
Thee to woo to thy tuwhit,12
With a lengthened loud halloo,13
Tuwhoo, tuwhit, tuwhit, tuwhoo-o-o.14