O stone through to thy towery best The throats that gurgle nice! Most of the starry culmination shed Balm-dews to help you shower thy foot!
Most of the turf away from flaccid feather grow- Even though he basins otherwise swells A complete southern area-breeze as much as thee strike The voice from minster bells.
The fat environment feed thy branchy sources, You to significantly less than significantly impacts! New northern morning o’er thee take High up, when you look at the silver surges!
Nor actually lightning char thy grains, But, moving like in sleep, Low thunders provide new silky precipitation, That makes thee broad and deep!
And you will hear me personally claim good solemn oath, One to merely of the thy front side Am i going to so you’re able to Olive predicament my troth, And you will get their unique getting my bride.