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Good my king, in your garden close, / (Hark to the thrush's trilling,) / Why so sad when the maiden rose / Love at your feet is spilling? / Golden the air and honey-sweet, / Sapphire the sky, it is not meet / Sorrowful faces should flowers greet, / (Hark to the thrush's trilling.)
All alone walks the king to-day, / (Hark to the thrush's trilling,) / Far from the throne he steals away / Loneness and quiet willing. / Roses and tulips and lilies fair / Smile for his pleasure everywhere, / Yet of their joyaunce he takes no share, / (Hark to the thrush's trilling.)