As melody divine;
Since in the breath that stirs the wood thy soul,
The soul of joy, doth move
On the still waters of my heart--therefore,
O Nature! these are golden days to me!
Tieck, too, was keenly alive to Nature. Spring[[19]]:
Look all around thee how the spring advances!
New life is playing through the gay green trees!
See how in yonder bower the light leaf dances
To the bird's tread and to the quivering breeze!