1. O my neighbor marching on the path of glory, unbound,
While from its heights all freedom is confined,

2. Your gifts have come in their manifold hues
Like a garden robed in flowers and leaves entwined.

3. Are these peacocks, or the peacock's tail outspread,
Or the rainbow's self made visible to my eyes?

4. As though the redness streaking through the green
Were arches opening in the golden skies.

5. Blushing cheeks excusing themselves, bashfully,
When added as guests to the cheeks of lovers true.