On rosy clouds, with rose and tulip crowned,
Spring has come down from heaven....
The air grew softer, fields took varied hues,
The shades were leafy, and soft notes awoke
And flew and warbled round the wood in twilight greenery.
Brooks took a silver tint, sweet odours filled the air,
The early shepherd's pipe was heard by Echo in the dale....
Most dear abode! Ah, were I but allowed
Down in the shade by yon loquacious brook
Henceforth to live! O sky! thou sea of love,