In frenzy drift long days of love and light!
March and soft smiling April give us spring
In friendly months: May flowers, June burns bright!
Sweet sleeping brooks to poplars in warmth cling,
Swept like great palms, they curve in tender pleas;
Yon in the warm, calm woods, a songbird throbs;
Old nature laughs alone! And those green trees,
United, glad, now versify their sobs.
Most fresh and gentle dawn shall crown day's rise;
In evening, love is full; at night, we hear
Knells through thick shadows and the blessed skies,
Eternal joyous singing of one near.