And from soft imbosomed bowers,
And od’rous flowers,
Hath sweet Spring to us directed?
See! by gentle May upholden,
Beech-tree olden
Joyful welcomes springing leaflet;
Spring the flowers of glorious tinting,
Fair imprinting
Meadows kissed by smiling wavelet.
Ah, ’tis Lilla, ever charming,