Which soon perceive the little larks, The lapwing and the snipe, And tune their songs, like Nature’s clerks, 15 O’er meadow, muir, and stripe. Our hemisphere is polished clean, And lightened more and more; While everything is clearly seen, Which seemèd dim before: 20 Except the glistering astres bright, Which all the night were clear, Offuskèd with a greater light No longer do appear. The golden globe incontinent 25 Sets up his shining head, And o’er the earth and firmament Displays his beams abread. For joy, the birds with boulden throats Against his visage sheen 30 Take up their kindly music notes In woods and gardens green. The dew upon the tender crops, Like pearles white and round, Or like to melted silver drops, 35 Refreshes all the ground. The misty reek, the clouds of rain From tops of mountains skails, Clear are the highest hills and plain, The vapours take the vales. 40 The ample heaven, of fabric sure, In cleanness does surpass The crystal and the silver pure, Or clearest polished glass. The time so tranquil is and still, 45 That no where shall ye find, Save on a high and barren hill, The air of peeping wind. All trees and simples, great and small, That balmy leaf do bear, 50 Than they were painted on a wall, No more they move or steir. Calm is the deep and purple sea, Yea, smoother than the sand; The waves, that weltering wont to be, 55 Are stable like the land. So silent is the cessile air, That every cry and call, The hills and dales and forest fair Again repeats them all. 60 The flourishes and fragrant flowers, Through Phœbus’ fostering heat, Refreshed with dew and silver showers, Cast up an odour sweet. The cloggèd busy humming bees, 65 That never think to drone, On flowers and flourishes of trees, Collect their liquor brown. The sun, most like a speedy post, With ardent course ascends; 70 The beauty of the heavenly host Up to our zenith tends; Not guided by a Phaëthon, Not trainèd in a chair, But by the high and holy One, 75 Who does all where empíre. The burning beams down from his face So fervently can beat, That man and beast now seek a place To save them from the heat. 80