Hail! Cloris, hail! Fair goddess of the Spring.
Youth of the year, of thee still will we sing.
Fresh queen of lakes, of lawns and bowers,
Nurse of new loves and of new flowers.
Hail! Fairest of Jove's seed. Only of thee
That art earth's music, shall our music be.

The echo, the birds, the wandering winds, that throw
Through the air life's sovereign balsam as they blow,
Shall with the lauds and zeal-begetting lays,
Breathed by us hourly in thy praise,
Feast the air, and teach the hills, rocks and woods to sing:
Hail! Cloris, hail, fair goddess of the spring!