The noonâ€™s fleecy brightness, the eveningâ€™s gray calm,
May pour oâ€™er my spirit their gladness or balm;
The hoary oak bend â€™neath the blast of the north,
When like a stern giant the storm rideth forthâ€”
But thy beauty is brighter than noon in its power,
Thy mildness more balmy than eveningâ€™s calm hour,
And thy voice oâ€™er my spirit sweeps stronger by far
Than the blast fiercely rushing from tempestâ€™s dark car.
When the flowers of the earth into odours arise,
And their guardian sprites bear their bloom to the skies,
Then rainbow is bound like a garland round earth,
As maidens do garnish loved ones in their mirth;
But when from thy lips I a love-token seek
The love of thy heart blushes red on thy cheekâ€”
Then a rainbow-like halo is bound round my heart,
A garland of gladness, that neâ€”er can depart.