XXIII
The heavens are replete with stars
As spring time is with daisies;
Thus everything in God's great world
For love has its own praises.
The violet’s replete with scent
And dew in little blossom,
And that dear nightingale sings love
From overflowing bosom.
The heavens are replete with stars,
With blazing lights all sweeping,
And here on earth the living men
Are singing and are weeping.