Yes, the air is sweet; the Calabrian hills Send us down puffs of mountain air; And in summer time the sea-breeze fills With its coolness cloister, and court, and square.

In the apple-boughs the coolness XVII Pale rose-leaves have fallen XVIII

In the grateful coolness men came and went, buying, joking, offering neighborly advice to chance-met people.

Empire and more imperious love, alone Rule, and admit no rivals: the purest springs When they are courted by lascivious land-floods, Their maiden pureness, and their coolness perish.

When the river cows for coolness stand.

Till the round sun o'erhangs this height; But then, the shadow of the crest No more the plains that lengthen west Enshrouds, yet slowly, surely creeps Eastward, until the coolness steeps A darkling league of tilth and wold, And chills the flocks that seek their fold.

Upward through the rugged pathway struggling, Loud and louder yet the music grows; Near and nearer still, the water's gurgling Guides me where o'er moss-grown rocks it flows. Breathless, for its welcome coolness thirsting, On I haste, led by the rushing sound, Till upon my full sight sudden bursting, Lo, the forest's hidden treasure found!