That thinking yet on her I burn and quake,
On herbs and flowers she walked pensively....
A stinging serpent by the heel her caught,
Wherewith she languished as the gathered flower.
Now Zephyrus the blither days brings on,
With flowers and leaves, his gallant retinue,
And Progne's chiding, Philomela's moan,
And maiden spring all white and pink of hue;
Now laugh the meadows, heaven is radiant grown,
And blithely now doth Love his daughter view;