Hiving its fragrance in the warmth above:
Big with rich store, the teeming earth yields up
The increase of her harvest treasury;
While golden wine, from Nature's brimming cup,
Quickens her pulse to love-toned melody.
Full choiréd praise from countless glad throats break,
More dazzling bright doth gleam night's dewy eyes;
A newer witchery doth the great moon wake;
More mellow languisheth the bending skies:
Thus, through the heart Life's Summer-sun comes stealing,