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 Whether he met the dawning day In hunting trim so fine, Or tapers, sparkling from his hall, Beshone the midnight wine.

He sent the maid his picture, girt With diamond, pearl, and gold: And silken paper, sweet with musk This gentle message told:

“Let go thy sweethearts, one and all; Shalt thou be basely woo'd, That worthy art to gain the heart Of youths of noble blood?

The tale I would to thee bewray, In secret must be said: At midnight hour I'll seek thy bower, Fair lass, be not afraid.

And when the amorous nightingale Sings sweetly to his mate, I'll pipe my quail-call from the field: Be kind, nor make me wait.”

In cap and mantle clad he came, At night, with lonely tread; Unseen, and silent as a mist, And hush'd the dogs with bread.

And when the amorous nightingale Sung sweetly to his mate, She heard his quail-call in the field, And, ah! ne'er made him wait.