O’er it a look of joyousness she cast.
Sunlight and song were floating on the air.
The hamadryads’ mirth, with warblings blent
Of joyous birds, and fainter thrill yet sent
By myriad tribes of insects whirling there
In the fantastic and unending round,
The bees’ glad hum and crickets’ shriller sound.
The river wantoned o’er the pebbles white,
And seemed to linger with a fond delight
By this loved scene, the fairest e’en of all