1. Oh, how lovely are springtime and its spreading trees!

    A fetter for the eyes—nay, a tether for the souls.

  2. It has come to you smiling, while the clouds frown;

    So marvel at the sight of one smiling and one frowning.

  3. Its brides were unveiled; the cares of our hearts

    And merriment—one's camp struck, the other's pitched.

  4. Its breaths are of ambergris, and its sky

    Of pearls, and its carpet of fine silk.

Sol 6.1