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NOT IN QUEEN’S COURT MANUSCRIPT.
O were I the nightingale in the green grove,
How speedily thither I’d fly, where my love
Late at even, at even, doth wander and rove!
And when love waketh all things, and all that’s alive
For love with deep longings doth struggle and strive;
I long and I pine, fairest maiden, for thee!—
Take pity, fair maiden, take pity on me!
