He sought me in marriage; attain’d his wish;
And made me his lov’d and wedded mate:
For thy father had never been bless’d with a son:
And had often bewail’d his unhappy fate.
One day to a spring, with some friends I went,
When the chiefs had met at a banquet of state;
And, amusing ourselves with the sight of the water,
We saw numberless birds there congregate:
Some were white, and round as the moon at the full;
Some, with plumage of red; some small, some great;