Then I, who would be free,

Did gladly yield.

“BELOVED, HAST PERCEIVED A THROSTLE TUNE”

Belovëd, hast perceived a throstle tune

His liberal wealth of song,

’Mid the leafy coverts, all a lucent noon,

Where Audience none had he, yet, desolate,

He fluted keen and strong

Appreciated only by his mate?

Even so sing I, sequestered and alone.