Coral and clear emerald,
And amber from the sea,
Lilac-colored amethyst,
Chalcedony;
The lovely Spirit of Air
Floats on a cloud and doth ride
Clad in the beauties of earth
Like a bride.
So doth she haunt me; and words
Tell but a tithe of the tale
Sings all the sweetness of Spring
Even in the nightingale?
Nay, but in echoes she cries
Of the valley of love;
Dews on the thorns of her feet,
And darkness above.