The pattering sheen hum's the cordial song;
Upon the tranquil land forwent of mortals breath.
The tapped boughs rustling the sparrows retreating
To a weaved recess listening to the melody with youth.
Then the mirth gone reveals the crimson face;
A principal enchantress!Of glad enamoureds.
Under the tree relishing Beauty and Love virtue,
Caress in arms arresting comfort in love`s bud.
Then retreated the light upon the gleaming horizon
A tap on the door is heard to mock frivolous joy:
Upon the raised balcony overlooking a calm ocean;
What is more there to pleasure then this rhapsody.
A dream-thought does paint wishes
That so in a distance and holding bliss.
