am a gentleman in a dustcoat trying
make you hear. Your ears are soft and small
listen to an old man not at all,
want the young men's whispering and sighing.
see the roses on your trellis dying
hear the spectral singing of the moon;
I must have my lovely lady soon,
am a gentleman in a dustcoat trying.
am a lady young in beauty waiting
my truelove comes, and then we kiss.
what gray man among the vines is this
words are dry and faint as in a dream?
from my trellis, Sir, before I scream!
am a lady young in beauty waiting.