Whose yet more rich and more exulting strain Floats in its wondrous harmony around,

Rapid and changeful; varying in its tone, Even as Flowers vary in their hue

Each to the rest unlike, yet all her own.

Oh! they are Summer queens, the wondrous two, The bird on earth, the fair moon in the sky; Seems it as each from other magic drew:

The night grows brighter with that music nigh,
Whose thrilling tones are lit upon their way
Into our inmost spirit, by the soft

And harmonizing gleam of each clear ray,
Falling in smiling lustre from aloft,
And showing where the lilies lie asleep
Beneath their floating canopy.

"I SIGH for thee, Love, when the morning skies
Their earliest beams of rosy radiance wear,
And earthly things a heavenly brightness bear;
The bending Flowers upraise their tearful eyes,
Heavy with pearly dew that on them lies,

And the fond sun, with all a nurse's care, Kisses the shining drops that lingered there From each moist, downcast face; and soon arise, In laughing beauty, all the glittering band.

How gaily dance they on the wavy air! The fields and garden are a fairy land

And sportive Mab, on some tall lily fair,