The sun, so low of late

Now rising higher

Wakes the maiden wood nymph

Naked, as though born anew

Bathing her in golden warmth

The gentle kiss of rain

Coaxes out her blushing buds

Anoints them each with dew

Cradled in her supple boughs

Caressed by softest breath

Ecstatically burst forth in flower

Soon her seed to strew