A Maiden's Comedy

Don Roderigo took her fancy
As he flaunted his cloak on the highway:
She gave him a curtsey, not knowing why,
And he answered her with a " Good-day".

Don Roderigo halted then his wandering
And sang in the petalled orchard his intent:
" If the night's pellucid we will walk
Till the stars relent."

Don Roderigo hid the stars
With his cloak like ravens' wings:
He walked with a maid's virginity
And regaled her with all manner of things.
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