In all the dewy landscapes of the Spring,

In the bright eye of Hesper in the morn,

In Nature’s fairest forms is aught so fair

As Virtue’s friendship.

More sublime

The queen-like partner moved; the prime of age

Composed her steps; the presence of a god,

High on the circle of her brow enthroned,

From each majestic motion darted awe,

Devoted awe!