The tendency to depression, increased by his failure to adapt himself to military life, made him incline more and more to solitude.
To Doris begins:
Now spring doth warm the flakeless air,
And in the brook the sky reflects her blue,
Shepherds in fragrant flowers find delight ...
The corn lifts high its golden head,
And Zephyr moves in waves across the grain,
Her robe the field embroiders; the young rush
Adorns the border of each silver stream,
Love seeks the green night of the forest shade,