Which, confusing no more, gladden the mind as they wave.Every plant unto thee proclaimeth the laws everlasting,
For all are thine from henceforward!
I must wear a gala dress,Long stored up within my press,For to-day to feasts is given;
"Had she only thoughts, my thoughts resembling,Had she only feelings, like my feelings,She would not await the dawn of morning.But, ere this, would surely have been with me."
How heaves her bosom, and how burns
For riddles, spirit, raillery,
Bore in his tube the light.
Hither loves he to repair,