The flowers baptiz'd with miraculous dew.
While yet the sky blushes to welcome the sun,
Through the gay gardens we stroll and we run;
In fields where lambs gambol less happy than we,
Glittering grass makes a sheen like the sea;
Birds unexpectedly set up a chant,
Adding a joy that the world seem'd to want.
Creation is made for our pleasure alone:
Adam and Eve, with no sin to atone,
Knowledge untasted, less rapture have known!