LIV

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LIV

“Ring the repeater, gentle Hum!” “ ’Tis five,”

Said gentle Hum; “the nights draw in apace;

The little birds I hear are all alive;

I see the dawning touch’d upon your face;

Shall I put out the candles, please your Grace?”

“Do put them out, and, without more ado,

Tell me how I may that sweet girl embrace,⁠—

How you can bring her to me.” “That’s for you,

Great Emperor! to adventure, like a lover true.”