Coral and clear emerald, 
And amber from the sea, 
Lilac-coloured amethyst, 
Chalcedony; 
The lovely Spirit of Air 
Floats on a cloud and doth ride, 
Clad in the beauties of earth 
Like a bride.

So doth she haunt me; and words 
Tell but a tithe of the tale. 
Sings all the sweetness of Spring 
Even in the nightengale? 
Nay, but with echoes she cries 
Of the valley of love; 
Dews on the thorns of her feet, 
And darkness above.