Where daises beautiful and bold play out their songs -
It was delightful, no ruins breathing but lilies whistling.
What landscapes blossoms the uprising afternoons -
Couples twice seen luring the minnowy brooks,
Awaken affections; heavily tapestry gently weave love
Between greener banks of happy doves -
Young lambs in springtime adorn the uncounted primroses.
Laid I webbed sweetened and restrained
By the beauty of Nature’s sight!