Of many links without a break,。，
。，Chirping none, the scarlet cicadas crouched in ranks:
Plump, and at the sealing the Youth's voice rose:。，And such the water-spirit's chime
Bears me to her pillow under white rose-wreaths.。，Defaced, and grinding wheels on flint,
Seeking whom to waken and what ear fill.。，Mark the fool and wanton spin:
Rocks were they to look on, and earth climbed air!。，To be sundered and stamped with the sere.
Leap not, nor let leap the heart:。，Rang; Skiegeneia! the sphere.
Quick amid the wheatears: wound about the waist,。，Man and woman on the thorn
All these the circling song will wreathe,。，Of light's excess, many lessons and counsels gave,
God! of whom music。，To spring perennial; well-spring is common ground.
。，Though the bounteous Giver be praised
Call my darling up with round and roguish challenge:。，
Outran the measure, his juice of the woods reclaimed.。，Of the secret he had divined
Left her life in her name.。，III
Saying: Now have we looked on the Three.。，You that build the shade-roof, and you that court the rays,
，The day is never darkened。，Tell it to forget the source that keeps it filled.