And strove to mock the mimic works of art:
By powerful magic breathes the vernal air,
And fragrant trees eternal blossoms bear:
Eternal fruits on every branch endure,
Those swelling from their buds, and these mature:
The joyous birds, concealed in every grove,
With gentle strife prolong the notes of love.
Soft zephyrs breathe on woods and waters round,
The woods and waters yield a murmuring sound;
When cease the tuneful choir, the wind replies,