Hid tabernacle in the wood’s recess
To those care-haunted lovers thou, unseen,
Should’st send thy flame-tipped song to cheer and bless.
Enough for them to hear
And feel thy presence near;
And yet when he, regardful of her ease,
Had led her back by brightening hall and stair
To her own chamber’s quietude and peace,
One maple-bowered window shook with rare,
Sweet song—and thou wert there!