His youthful bride, all grace and loveliness:
The lark with blithesome carol fills his throat,
And silences at once the dark owl’s screeching note.
Down falling o’er the grass, the dew of heaven
With pearls besprinkles every flower and stem;
Home crawl the peasant’s geese by urchin driven;
Oxen stand drinking at the limpid stream;
He yokes them to the plough; then whistling, light
Of heart, with many a furrow scars the field;
While the three Asar on earth’s bastion sit,