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With fawning voice towards him turns

His wife, who for his secret yearns,

Nurses his head betwixt her breasts,

And saith: Your restlessness attests

Dear man, some grief; what makes you sigh

And toss about uneasily?

May we not feel, as lie we here,

Secure from dread or irksome fear?

Of all the world, the special twain

’Twixt whom sweet confidence should reign

We well may be with reason reckoned,

You as the first, and I the second:

No pair of hearts than ours could be

Together knit more lovingly;

My hands have made secure the door,

Thick are walls, and stout the floor,

The rafter beams are set on high

And through the windows none can spy,

Seeing that we well hidden are

Therefrom, and with strong shutter bar

They’re fastened that could nowise stray

Our secret thence, whate’er we say.

Nay here, unless with warning noise

Some rash rude hand the door destroys,

We’re sure and safe from all unkind

Disturbance, save of boisterous wind.

Briefly, you need in nowise fear

That any living soul can hear

Your voice except myself, and I

Therefore implore you piteously