John Goss - Lo! where the rosy-bosom'd hours - текст песни (слова)

Lo! where the rosy-bosom'd hours,
 Fair Venus' train appear,
 Disclose the long expected flow'rs,
 And wake the purple year.
 
 The attic warbler tunes her throat,
 Responsive to the cuckoo's note,
 The untaught harmony of Spring;
 While whisp'ring pleasure as they fly,
 Cool zephyrs through the clear blue sky,
 Their gather'd fragrance fling.