Classic Poem

( " Jamais elle ne raille. " )

Never sigh or tear
Irks this happy fay;
But she laugheth aye. —
There are wisps of straw, while mossy twigs are here:
Reed-warbler, breeze-blest,
Build on the waves thy nest.

Beneath beams most fair
Of thine eyes so bright
Passing, what delight! —
Here are mossy twigs, while wisps of straw are there:
Swallow sweet, sun-blest,
Build 'neath mine eaves thy nest.

May drinks April's tear,
While her azure eyes
Wake birds' blithest cries. —
Here is her sweet smile, her blush yet sweeter, here —
Happy Love, thus blest,
Build in my heart thy nest!