I would the boy would give the maid her will.

ESTRILD.

ESTRILD.

Has not thine heart as mine has here its fill?

SABRINA.

SABRINA.

So have our hearts while sleeping—till they wake.

ESTRILD.

ESTRILD.

Too soon is this for waking: sleep thou still.

SABRINA.

SABRINA.

Bid then the dawn sleep, and the world lie chill.

ESTRILD.

ESTRILD.

This nest is warm for one small wood-dove’s sake.

SABRINA.

SABRINA.

And warm the world that feels the sundawn break.

ESTRILD.

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