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_Twelfth Night._
Robin of the valiant air / And the ebon head, / Proud, perhaps, that thou dost bear / Breast so brave a red:
Robin of the rounded throat, / Straight of back and slim, / Robin sending fearless note / Through the dawn-haze dim:
Through this haze of spring-time dawn, / Tell me, hast thou seen,- / From thy cool untrodden lawn, / Shimmering silver-green,
Where the broken blossoms lie, / Colored like a shell,- / Seen the maid I'd meet pass by? / Dearest Robin, tell!
_How shouldst thou my true-love know_ / _From another one? _ / By her pure cheek's welcoming glow, / Thee to look upon!
By her eyes, that at thy call / Straightway would declare / Sister is her soul to all / Fearless things and fair!
Gone, with such a dashing dart, / Such a whistle clear? / What canst mean? -Ah, gallant heart, / Bless thee! She is here.