LOVE stirred the spheres,
The groves rang mirth—
There were no tears—
At my love’s birth!
A dancing star
In revel flashed;
Then leaped afar—
And earthward dashed.
In bliss it showered
A million joys—
Sweet wishes flowered
In girls and boys.
Then back it went,
With soaring dance,
And darkness rent
In merry prance.
The dawn’s grey spires
Cleft night’s blue deep,
Then golden fires
A lark then flew
With joy on high—
With pearly dew—
Up to the sky.
And gave its kiss
To its dear mate,
In flutt’ring bliss,
At heaven’s gate.
So rosy morn
Subdued the night,
When you were born,
My joy’s delight!