'TIS she, the nymph with dripping hair,
Who, when Aquarius rules the sky,
With dewy robes and bosom bare,
On southern gales delights to hie.

Then with her genial breath create
New life within the teeming land;
And rescue nature, bound so late
By winter's adamantine hand.

Thus well her presence gay we deem;
Before the nymph enchantment flies;
And waken'd beauties conscious seem
From numbing lethargy to rise.

Awhile she stays; when, tripping on,
Fair spring the sov'reign sway obtains;
And then she hastes those climes among,
Where later winter lingering reigns.