How early to your Garden comes the Spring!
How all your Woods are filled with Flowers fair!
Like guards they smile upon their Mistress dear,
And sweetly stoop to brush my Lady's hair.
The Earth is happy in your near abode.
Your bounteous Heaven scatters rain and dew.
The Butterflies come thronging to your Light.
And birds at evening wake from dreams of you.
I inly feel your Sun my heart has sought;
And yerarn amid your lofty Clouds to soar.
What other place appears not dark beside
The Peach and Plum trees leading to your Door!