jonathan dove - the narrow bud opens her beauties to the sun lyrics

“the narrow bud opens her beauties to
the sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins;
blossoms hang round the brows of morning, and
flourish down the bright cheek of modest eve
till cl+st’ring summer breaks forth into singing
and feather’d clouds strew flowers round her head

the spirits of the air live on the smells
of fruit; and joy, with pinions light, roves round
the gardens, or sits singing in the trees.”