Behold, the rose-cheeked gracile spring
Brings in again her laughing hours
And shakes delight from either wing.

The Graces dancing in a ring
In naked beauty scatter flowers,
The calm blue waves are slumbering.

Behold, the duck in waters clear
Dives airily: the wandering crane
Flaps white wings by the grass-fringed mere.

Ploughed field, bare fallow, flowering lea,
Fell, mountain, plain and wold and dell
Are clad in joyous greenery.

The tender olive, too, we see
Shoot forth: the vines full laden swell,
Foreshadowing fair fruits to be.