Who would summer pleasures try
Let him to the meadows hie.
O’er the mountain, in the vale,
Gladsome sounds and sights prevail:
In the fields fresh flowers are springing,
In the boughs new carols singing,
Richly in sweet harmony
There the birds new music ply.
This is all thine own, sweet May!
As thy softer breezes play,
Snow and frost-work melt away.
Old and young come forth! for ye
Winter bound, again are free.
Up! ye shall not grieve again.
Look upon that verdant plain,
Its gloomy robe no more it wears;
How beauteously its face appears!
He who mid the flowers enjoys
The sweetness of his lady’s eyes,
Let him cast his cares away,
And give the meed of thanks to May.
From the heart’s most deep recess,
Hovering smiles, intent to bless,
Gather on my lady’s lips;
Smiles, that other smiles eclipse;
Smiles, more potent, care dispelling,
Than the bank with flowers sweet smelling,
Than the birds’ melodious measures,
Than our choicest woodland treasures,
Than the flower-besprinkled plains,
Than the nightingale’s sweet strains;
Fairer, sweeter, beauty reigns.
(Der Chanzler)
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