I hear that maiden still br Of Keinton Mandeville br Singing, in flights that played br As wind-wafts through us all, br Till they made our mood a thrall br To their aery rise and fall, br 'Should he upbraid.' br br Rose-necked, in sky-gray gown, br From a stage in Stower Town br Did she sing, and singing smile br As she blent that dexterous voice br With the ditty of her choice, br And banished our annoys br Thereawhile. br br One with such song had power br To wing the heaviest hour br Of him who housed with her. br Who did I never knew br When her spoused estate ondrew, br And her warble flung its woo br In his ear.