She sings.

We will leave reason,

Dear, for a season;

Reason were treason

Since yonder nether

Foot-hills are clad now

In nothing sad now;

We will be glad now,

Glad as this weather.

Heart and heart! in the Maytime, Maytime,

Youth and Love take playtime, playtime...

I in the dairy; you are the airy

Majesty passing; Love is the fairy

Bringing us two together.