Warble the wanton birds in verdant brake, Azure, and red, and yellow, green and white.
The quavering rivulet and quiet lake In limpid hue surpass the crystal bright.
A breeze, which with one breath appears to shake, Aye, without fill or fall, the foliage light, To the quick air such lively motion lends, That Day's oppressive noon in nought offends;
