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Great was the deftness of
thine imaginer, and he would have all folk that see thee wonder at
thy deep thinking and thy carefulness and thy kindness. Ah maiden!
is it so that thy thoughts are ever deep and solemn? Yet at least I
know it of thee that they be hale and true and sweet.
My friend, when thou hast a mirror, some of all this shalt thou see,
but not all; and when thou hast a lover some deal wilt thou hear, but
not all. But now thy she-friend may tell it thee all, if she have
eyes to see it, as have I; whereas no man could say so much of thee
before the mere love should overtake him, and turn his speech into
the folly of love and the madness of desire. So now I have played
the play, and told thee of thee; tell me now of me, and play thy
play.
For a while stood Birdalone silent, blushing and confused, but whiles
casting shy glances at her own body, what she might see of it. At
last she spake: Fair friend, I would do thy will, but I am not deft
of speech; for I speak but little, save with the fowl and wild
things, and they may not learn me the speech of man.


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