text:  At this juncture the Nightingale who all day long sitting hidden in the laurel sang "the service longing to May " flies to the hand of the Leaf-queen and sings on as diligently as before--the Goldfinch whom the heat had forced from his blossom of "medle-tree" into the cool bushes betakes himself in like manner to his Flower-queen's hand and sings there; and fast by the arbour where our spectatress has remained all the while seeing and unseen ladies and knights ride along and away