When come he back, I cannot say;
The gate is old—the yielding portress
To key of gold gave ready way.
‘To a wonder that key serv’d me;
All was soon adjusted so,
That this eve at hour of midnight
With you I’ll to the vintage go.’
—‘Your’e worth a kingdom’—my Mordomo!
Grand reward I’ll make to thee.
This eve then, at the hour of midnight