To make you hear. Your ears are soft and small
And listen to an old man not at all,
They want the young men's whispering and sighing.
But see the roses on your trellis dying
And hear the spectral singing of the moon;
For I must have my lovely lady soon‚
I am a gentleman in a dustcoat trying.
-- I am a lady young in beauty waiting
Until my truelove comes‚ and then we kiss.
But what grey man among the vines is this
Whose words are dry and faint as in a dream?
Back from my trellis‚ Sir, before I scream !
I am a lady young in beauty waiting.
Just as the previous stanza is circular, so the young woman’s stanza begins and ends with identical lines. And just as we question the man’s self-image, so we may wonder if the woman is fooling herself in her description of ‘a young lady in beauty waiting’. 
 The poem, of course, doesn’t resolve. The two are unsuited to each other, clearly will never marry each other, yet they mirror each other’s predicament.
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