Gabriel’s longing to see the singer’s downcast eyes almost overcame him but he waited while once more the bird-like voice rang through the quiet garden—
Then, sweet love, disperse this cloud,
That obscures this scornful coying;
When each creature sings aloud,
Filling hearts with over-joying.
As every bird doth choose her mate,
Gently billing, she is willing
Her true love to take.
With such words let us contend
(Laughing, colling, kissing, playing),