CXVII.

Fantastically tangled: the green hills Are clothed with early blossoms--through the grass The quick-eyed lizard rustles--and the bills Of summer-birds sing welcome as ye pass; Flowers fresh in hue, and many in their class, Implore the pausing step, and with their dyes Dance in the soft breeze in a fairy mass; The sweetness of the Violet's deep blue eyes, Kissed by the breath of heaven, seems coloured by its skies.[496]