In climes beyond the solar road.

Brushing with hasty steps the dews away / To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.

Far from the sun and summer-gale, / In thy green lap was Nature's darling laid.

The meanest flowret of the vale, / The simplest note that swells the gale, / The common sun, the air, and skies, / To him are opening paradise.

She stood breast-high amid the corn, Clasp'd by the golden light of morn, Like the sweetheart of the sun, Who many a glowing kiss had won.

Father of rosy day, No more thy clouds of incense rise; But waking flow'rs, At morning hours, Give out their sweets to meet thee in the skies.