coquetted with Greek nymphs and deities, and the names of winds and
maidens.

The tendency to depression, increased by his failure to adapt himself
to military life, made him incline more and more to solitude.

_To Doris_ begins:

Now spring doth warm the flakeless air,
And in the brook the sky reflects her blue,
Shepherds in fragrant flowers find delight ...
The corn lifts high its golden head,
And Zephyr moves in waves across the grain,
Her robe the field embroiders; the young rush
Adorns the border of each silver stream,
Love seeks the green night of the forest shade,
And air and sea and earth and heaven smile.

_Sighs for Rest_:

O silver brook, my leisure's early soother,
When wilt thou murmur lullabies again?
When shall I trace thy sliding smooth and smoother,
While kingfishers along thy reeds complain;
Afar from thee with care and toil opprest,
Thy image still can calm my troubled breast.

O ye fair groves and odorous violet valleys,
Girt with a garland blue of hills around,
Thou quiet lake, where, when Aurora sallies,