1. Many stars in their time did bloom and grow,
I've watched them rising in the east and west,

2. As if of bashfulness they would not show,
Or narcissi closed in garden undisguessed.

3. And when the pole on high begins to glow,
If that the Pleiades a grape-vine were,

4. Not yet to ripeness grown its clusters so,
And for the west it turns grieving and forlorn,