Luxuriant; meanwhile murm’ring waters fall
Down the slope hills, dispers’d, or in a lake
That to the fringed bank with myrtle crown’d,
Her crystal mirror holds, unite their streams.
The birds their choir apply; airs, vernal airs,
Breathing the smell of field and grove, attune
The trembling leaves, while universal Pan,
Knit with the Graces and the Hours, in dance,
Led on th’ eternal spring.
John Milton, 1608–1674.