other, for they have been sweethearts ever since English was spoken:
“‘Ah! Robin,
Joly Robin!
Tell me how thy leman doeth,
And thou shalt knowe of myn.’
‘My lady is unkinde, perdé.’
‘Alacke why is she so?’
‘She loveth another better than me,
And yet she will say no.’”
What an enchanting entanglement it is, this of the robin and the wren, and yet we know that it was approved, for when Cock Robin died, all the birds in the air, in sympathy for the dead and for Jenny—
“Fell a sighin’ and sobbin’.”