"Why dost thou like a Roman vestal make The whole long year unmarriageable May, And, like the phoenix, no companion take To share the wasteful burthen of decay? See this rich climate, where the airs that blow Are heavenly suspirings, and the skies Steep day from head to heel in summer glow, And moons make mellow mornings as they rise; As brides white-veiled that come to marry earth, Now each mist-morning sweet July attires, Now moon-night mists are not of earthly birth, But silver smoke blown down from heavenly fires. Skies kiss the earth, clouds join the land and sea, All Nature marries, only thou art free."