that art ador’d by me.
I’ll twine thee a garland of straw, love,
I’ll marry thee with a rush ring,
My frozen hopes will thaw, love,
And merrily we will sing.
Then turn to me, my own love;
I prythee, love, turn to me,
For thou art the only one, love,
that art ador’d by me.
There was silence as she ended, for indeed the child’s voice was of the sweetest, as full and natural as a bird’s; and then came a round of applause. Hamilton hushed it, rather angrily. “Would ye slam down the lid of the virginal while the last notes still ring in it?” he said. “Unfeeling dolts!”