Hangs each a pearl in the pale flowers
  Of the green laurel blown anew,
  And bends, and then fades silently,
  One frail and fair anemone;
  Or when some star of many a one
  That climbs and wanders through steep night,
  Has found the cleft through which alone
  Beams fall from high those depths upon,--
  Ere it is borne away, away,
  By the swift Heavens that cannot stay,
  It scatters drops of golden light,
  Like lines of rain that ne'er unite;
  And the gloom divine is all around;
  And underneath is the mossy ground.

SEMICHORUS II
  There the voluptuous nightingales,
  Are awake through all the broad noon day:
  When one with bliss or sadness fails,
  And through the windless ivy-boughs,
  Sick with sweet love, droops dying away
  On its mate's music-panting bosom;
  Another from the swinging blossom,
  Watching to catch the languid close