How all things are enamoured
Of this enamourer, rich with joy and health?
Observe that turtle-dove,
How, toying with his dulcet murmuring,
He kisses his companion. Hear that nightingale
Who goes from bough to bough
Singing with his loud heart, 'I love!' 'I love!'...
The very trees
Are loving. See with what affection there,
And in how many a clinging turn and twine,