“Here and now if you’ll favour me,” says I enchanted, and sat down to watch the lovely sight. Nor could I have departed if even she had bid me;
“For in vain she did conjure him
To depart her presence so,
With a thousand tongues to allure him
And but one to bid him go.
When lips delight and eyes invite,
And cheeks as fresh as rose in June
Persuade delay, what boots she say:
‘Forego me now; come to me soon.’ ”
But indeed the lass was pleased I stayed, and dulcet her voice as she rounded a song to coax the cows let down their milk.