M USEDDES

The fresh spring clouds across all earth their glistening pearls profuse now sow;
 The flowers, too, all appearing, forth the radiance of their beauty show.
Of mirth and joy 'tis now the time, the hour to wander to and fro;
The palm-tree o'er the fair ones' picnic gay its grateful shade doth throw.
 O Liege, come forth! from end to end with verdure doth the whole earth glow;
 'Tis springtide now again, once more the tulips and the roses blow.

Behold the roses, how they shine, e'en like the cheeks of maids most fair;
The fresh-sprung hyacinth shows like to beauties' dark, sweet, musky hair.
The loved one's form behold, like cypress which the streamlet's bank doth bear;
In sooth, each side for soul and heart doth some delightful joy prepare.
 O Liege, come forth! from end to end with verdure doth the whole earth glow;
 'Tis springtide now again, once more the tulips and the roses blow.

The parterre's flowers have all bloomed forth, the roses, sweetly smiling, shine;
On every side lorn nightingales, in plaintive notes discoursing, pine;
How fair, carnation and wallflower the borders of the garden line!
The long-haired hyacinth and jasmine both around the cypress twine.
 O Liege, come forth! from end to end with verdure doth the whole earth glow;
 'Tis springtide now again, once more the tulips and the roses blow.

Arise, my Prince! the garden's court hath wondrous joys in fair array;
O hark, there midst the rose's boughs, the wailing nightingale's fond lay;
Thy bright cheek show the new-oped rose and make it blush with shamed dismay;
With graceful air come then, thy cypress-mien before the mead display.
 O Liege, come forth! from end to end with verdure doth the whole earth glow;
 'Tis springtide now again, once more the tulips and the roses blow.

Enow! thy lovers pain no more, of faithful plight the days are now;
On streamlet's banks, of mirth and joy and gay delight the day are now;
In hand then take the heart's dear joy, the goblet bright, its days are now;
O Fitnet, come, and these thy verses sweet recite, their days are now.
 O Liege, come forth! from end to end with verdure doth the whole earth glow;
 'Tis springtide now again, once more the tulips and the roses blow.