Like scarf of lady silver'd o'er around a standard furled.
The turtle wooed his gentle mate, where thickest hung the boughs,
While round them fell the blossoms plucked by robins' wanton bills;
And on its wings the zephyr caught the music of his vows,
To waft a strain responsive to the chorus of the hills.
'Twas in a nook beside the stream where grapes in clusters fell,
And twixt the trees the swaying vines were lost in leafy showers,
That fauns and satyrs, tamed to rest beneath the noonday spell,
Gave silent ear and witness to the meeting of the flowers.
The glories of the fields were there in summer's bright array,