See! all around the gall-less culvers bill,
Mean while the nightingale's becalming lays
Mix with the plaintive music of the rill,
The which in various gyres the meadow bays.
Behold! the welkin bursts into a blaze!
Fast by the car of light the nimble Hours,
In songs of triumph, hail his genial rays,
And, as they wend to Thetis cooling bowers,
They bound along the sky, and strew the heavens with flowers.