“Thou risest and kissest the clouds with thy rosy breath, O Goddess,
Kissest the darkling tops of marble temples.
The woods feel thee and rouse with a chilly shudder,
The falcon springs upon the wing with robber joy,
Whilst the garrulous nests are full of whisperings among the damp leaves,
And the sea-gull screams grey over the purple sea.
In the laborious plain the first to rejoice in thee are the rivers,
Glittering tremulously among the murmurs of the poplars:
The sorrel foal runs joyfully towards the deep-flowing streams,