The fountain shivers lightly in the rain, 
The laurels drip, the fading roses fall, 
The marble satyr plays a mournful strain 
That leaves the rainy fragrance musical.

Oh dripping laurel, Phoebus sacred tree, 
Would that swift Daphne's lot might come to me, 
Then would I still my soul and for an hour 
Change to a laurel in the glancing shower.