[Along the crisped shades and bowers]
Revels the [spruce] and jocund Spring; 985
[The Graces and the rosy-bosomed Hours]
Thither all their bounties bring.
There eternal Summer dwells,
And west winds with musky wing
[About the cedarn alleys] fling 990
Nard and cassia’s balmy smells.
[Iris] there with humid bow
Waters the odorous banks, that [blow]