Inwhichthouartisfullofeveryseed,

Andfruithasinitnevergatheredthere.

Thewaterwhichthouseestspringsnotfromvein

Restoredbyvapourthatthecoldcondenses,

Liketoastreamthatgainsorlosesbreath;

Butissuesfromafountainsafeandcertain,

WhichbythewillofGodasmuchregains

Asitdischarges, openontwosides.

Uponthissidewithvirtueitdescends,

Whichtakesawayallmemoryofsin;

Onthat, ofeverygooddeeddonerestoresit.

HereLethe, asupontheotherside

Eunoe, itiscalled; andworkethnot

Iffirstoneithersideitbenottasted.

Thiseveryothersavourdothtranscend;

Andnotwithstandingslakedsofarmaybe

Thythirst, thatIrevealtotheenomore,

I'llgivetheeacorollarystillingrace,

Northinkmyspeechwillbetotheelessdear

Ifitspreadoutbeyondmypromisetothee.

Thosewhoinancienttimeshavefeignedinsong

TheAgeofGoldanditsfelicity,

DreamedofthisplaceperhapsuponParnassus.

Herewasthehumanraceininnocence;

HereevermorewasSpring, andeveryfruit;

Thisisthenectarofwhicheachonespeaks."

ThenbackwarddidIturnmewhollyround

UntomyPoets, andsawthatwithasmile

Theyhadbeenlisteningtotheseclosingwords;

Thentothebeautifulladyturnedmineeyes.