With the dawn the dew drops do
On the flowers so fresh with hue.
O nature, sweet and ever pure,
Your beauty does my soul allure.
Each leaf that trembles in the air,
Whispers love, yet lingers there –
A tale of hope, a boundless sea,
The woodland’s call, the heart of me.

Each bird that sings a softer note,
In quiet woods doth gently float;
O how sweet are birds in flight,
Underneath the blessed light!
With my heart, I tread the glade,
In every shade my love is made.

• Sir Philip Sidney