Closer, list! I am afraid!

_He._ Whisper, then, thy love Arion,
From thy window, lily maid.

_She._ Yet Aglaia, yet Aglaia
Hath heard them debate
Of wooing repenting--
"Who trust to undoing,
Lament them too late."

_He._ Nay, nay, when I woo thee,
Thy mother might spy on
All harm I shall do thee.

_She._ I come, then--I come!
To follow Arion
Where green woods be dumb.




SONG

Sparrow of Love, so sharp to peck,
Arrow of Love--I bare my neck
Down to the bosom. See, no fleck

Of blood! I have never a wound; I go
Forth to the greenwood. Yet, heigh-ho!