Henry, laughing, spurs away his hunter under the dripping trees.

Trees as if the virgins of heaven lent them their forms, dressed them in their robes, and draped them in their jewels. Their blossoms exhaled pouchesful of musk, and the birds vied with one another in their strange speech.

The wall-flower—the wall-flower! How beautiful it blooms' It gleams above the ruined tower, Like sunlight over tombs;

Lordy! Call your dogs off, call your dogs off! Oh! Lordy! call em off quick! quick!