Spring VII.

O Eyes, go forth the Spring to view,

That smiles upon our Plains anew.

A Heavenly Child in cradling Flowers,

Sweet Breath from Skies unclouded drew.

The Morning Breeze his Nurse, that rocked

His Cradle, with soft Lullings due.

The Baby feigns to sleep, and blinks,

Shutting his little Eyelids two.

And when the Lids are oped again,

The Eyebrows drip with sparkling Dew.

The Bees hum round and busy sip

The Nectar, and make Honey new.

O come, and let the Baby's smiles

And Laughter, pierce thee through and through.

O come, and leave your wintry Cell,

And let Heaven's Light thy Life renew.

And build new Cells with honey'd Wax,

Plann'd like the Bees' six-sided, true.

And warmed by radiant Fire of Flowers,

Old Winter's reign of Death undo.

Regret is dead; Love lives again;

New Life transforms the Landscape's Hue.

Bold enter, then, green Spring's loved Haunts,

And drink fresh Wine, nor fear to rue.

And drinking full Love's sweetest Draught,

The glowing Heart new Love shall woo.

Love wakes afresh in Earth and Heaven;

The Rose in green, the Sun in blue.

O Nightingale, behold thy Rose!

O Eagle, thy bright Sun pursue!