I want that proserpine
Which
is made from honey milk and wine
When
she sing ,all birds abound
And
far away the blinking stars “ a sound
So
enchanting we never heard’ they say.
And
the tired waves on the bay
“What
a joyous song it is “they say
Then
rush once again to shore
To
hear it more , more and more
Chat
you little sunny bird
Dance
O yellow flowers with glee
For
a beauty so mighty never be
But
a holy star Jupiter send from heaven
To
shine on the earthly lands barren.
