His soft accents came back from the hill,
In the mellowing light of the moon;
And the salmon-gums, clustering round,
Sent the melody dancing along,
And “You will! Oh, you will!”
Was repeated, until
They were all out of breath with their song.
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]But the maiden was adamant still,
Though her lips were an edible red;
And when Tarquin insisted, “You will!”