Cold winds can never freeze, nor thunder sour
  The cup of cheer that Beauty draws for me
Out of those azure Heavens and this green Earth -
  I drink and drink, and thirst the more I see.

To see the dewdrops thrill the blades of grass,
  Makes my whole body shake; for here's my choice
Of either sun or shade, and both are green -
  A Chaffinch laughs in his melodious voice.

The banks are stormed by Speedwell, that blue flower
  So like a little Heaven with one star out;
I see an amber lake of Buttercups,
  And Hawthorn foams the hedges round about.

The old Oak tree looks now so green and young,
  That even Swallows perch awhile and sing:
This is that time of year, so sweet and warm,
  When Bats wait not for Stars ere they take wing.

As long as I love Beauty I am young,
  Am young or old as I love more or less;
When Beauty is not heeded or seems stale,
  My life's a cheat, let Death end my distress.