Philomela.
You sing, you sing,1
While on resting wing,2
Shy bird, to the night akin ;3
Is your nest anear4
That your love can hear ?5
Or have you your love to win ?6
With soft eyes glist’ning,7
Where sits she list’ning,8
Wak’ning to love of you ;9
While the whole wood thrills10
With your passionate trills ?—11
You win, forsooth, as you woo.12
O teach me the ring13
Of the wild notes you sing,14
For my heart is passionate too ;15
Words eager and strong,16
As your love-laden song,17
The heart of my darling to woo !18