III.

Lustrously sailing here and there, Afloat in the beatific air, Birds, of purple and blue and gold, Pour out their music manifold; All day long in the leas they sing, While the sun-kissed flowers are blossoming; At eve, when the dew-drop feeds the rose, And the fragrant water-lilies close, The marvellous-throated nightingale With a dying music floods each vale, Till the seaward breezes, listening, stay To catch the harmony of his lay And cool the air of Canary; And thus the melodies ever vary, In the vales of the ocean aviary, In the blissful valleys of sweet Canary.