Beauty Pastoral - Picture Perfect
About a castle crowned with gleaming towers,
Young grass and budding trees announce the Maytime;
Above the mountain streams or blooming flowers,
The thrushes and the larks sing all the daytime.
There through the woods rove pairs of lad and maiden,
Each damsels' hair with flowers overladen:
One plays a harp beside a crystal grotto;
To live each day 'neath beauty's locks their motto.