But most from her my rapture rises high.
Arnold von Mareuil (about 1200) sings in the same way:
O! how sweet the breeze of April
Breathing soft, as May draws near,
While through nights serene and gentle
Songs of gladness meet the ear.
Every bird his well-known language
Warbling in the morning's pride,
Revelling on in joy and gladness
By his happy partner's side....