2 Thy glory, when the day forth flies, More vively does appear, Nor[2] at mid-day unto our eyes The shining sun is clear. 3 The shadow of the earth anon Removes and drawis by, Syne[3] in the east, when it is gone, Appears a clearer sky. 4 Which soon perceive the little larks, The lapwing, and the snipe, And tune their song like Nature's clerks, O'er meadow, muir, and stripe. 5 But every bold nocturnal beast No longer may abide, They hie away both maist and least,[4] Themselves in house to hide. * * * * * 6 The golden globe incontinent Sets up his shining head, And o'er the earth and firmament Displays his beams abroad.[5] 7 For joy the birds with boulden[6] throats, Against his visage sheen,[7] Take up their kindly music notes In woods and gardens green. 8 Upbraids[8] the careful husbandman, His corn and vines to see, And every timeous[9] artisan In booths works busily. 9 The pastor quits the slothful sleep, And passes forth with speed, His little camow-nosed[10] sheep, And rowting kye[11] to feed. 10 The passenger, from perils sure, Goes gladly forth the way, Brief, every living creaeture Takes comfort of the day. * * * * * 11 The misty reek,[12] the clouds of rain From tops of mountain skails,[13] Clear are the highest hills and plain, The vapours take the vales. 12 Begaired[14] is the sapphire pend[15] With spraings[16] of scarlet hue; And preciously from end to end, Damasked white and blue. 13 The ample heaven, of fabric sure, In clearness does surpass The crystal and the silver, pure As clearest polish'd glass. 14 The time so tranquil is and clear, That nowhere shall ye find, Save on a high and barren hill, The air of passing wind. 15 All trees and simples, great and small, That balmy leaf do bear, Than they were painted on a wall, No more they move or steir.[17] 16 The rivers fresh, the caller[18] streams, O'er rocks can swiftly rin,[19] The water clear like crystal beams, And makes a pleasant din. * * * * * 17 Calm is the deep and purple sea, Yea, smoother than the sand; The waves, that woltering[20] wont to be, Are stable like the land. 18 So silent is the cessile air, That every cry and call, The hills and dales, and forest fair, Again repeats them all. 19 The clogged busy humming bees, That never think to drown,[21] On flowers and flourishes of trees, Collect their liquor brown. 20 The sun most like a speedy post With ardent course ascends; The beauty of our heavenly host Up to our zenith tends. * * * * *