And Philomel for Astrophil,
Unto her notes, annexed a "phil."
The turtle dove with tones of ruth,
Showed feeling passion of his death;
Methought she said "I tell thee truth,
Was never he that drew in breath,
Unto his love more trusty found,
Than he for whom our griefs abound."
The swan that was in presence here,
Began his funeral dirge to sing;