Damon Was Sitting In The Grove With Phyllis, And Protesting Love; And She Was Listening; But No Word Of All He Loudly Swore She Heard. How! Was She Deaf Then? No, Not She, Phyllis Was Quite The Contrary. Tapping His Elbow, She Said, 'Hush! O What A Darling Of A Thrush! I Think He Never Sang So Well As Now, Below Us, In The Dell.'