A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the earth.

O lady! we receive but what we give And in our life alone does Nature live.

Joy is the sweet voice, Joy the luminous cloud - We in ourselves rejoice! And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight, All melodies the echoes of that voi…

I see, not feel, how beautiful you are!

Each strand of her hair Is really insect eyes And each hole in her tongue Is always occupied By the milk of the sun

Sweet the rose which lives in Heaven, Although on earth 'tis planted, Where its honours blow, While by earth's slaves the leaves are riven Which die the while …

Oh, sun! that o'er the western mountains now Goest down in glory! ever beautiful And blessed is thy radiance, whether thou Colourest the eastern heaven and nig…