O’er the fields with harvest gold,
And the rich vines wreathed from tree to tree,
Like garlands in temples old.
And over all fell the glad sunlight,
So warm, so bright, so clear!
The earth shone out like an emerald set
In the diamond atmosphere.
Then down to greet that lady sweet
Came the Duke from his palace hall:
“I thank thee, gentle Sire,” she cried,