mn's suns shall bring:
And from mountain's lofty crown
A clear and sparkling rill comes tumbling down;
Then, pausing in its downward force
The venerable trees among,
It gurgles on its winding course;
And, as it glides along,
Gives freshness to the day and pranks
With ever changing flowers its mossy banks.
The whisper of the balmy breeze
Scatters a thousand sweets around,
And sweeps in music through the trees
With an enchanting sound
That laps the soul in calm delight
Where crowns and kingdoms are forgotten quite.

The poem, _The Starry Sky_,[18] is full of lofty enthusiasm for
Nature and piety:

When yonder glorious sky
Lighted with million lamps I contemplate,
And turn my dazzled eye
To this vain mortal state
All mean and visionary, mean and desolate,
A mingled joy and grief
Fills all my soul with dark solicitude....
List to the concert pure
Of yon harmonious countless worlds of light.
See, in his orbit sure
Each takes his journey bright,
Led by an unseen hand through the vast maze of night.
See how the pale moon rolls
Her silver wheel....
See Saturn, father of the golden hours,
While round him, bright and blest,
The whole empyrean showers
Its glorious streams of light on this low world of ours.
But who to these can turn
And weigh them 'gainst a weeping world like this,
Nor feel his spirit burn
To grasp so sweet a bliss
And mourn that exile hard which here his portion is?
For there, and there alone,
Are peace and joy and never dying love:
Day that shall never cease,
No night there threatening,
No winter there to chill joy's ever-during spring.
Ye fields of changeless green
Covered with living streams and fadeless flowers;
Thou paradise serene,
Eternal joyful hours
Thy disembodied soul shall welcome in thy towers!

It was chiefly in Spanish literature at this time that Nature was
used allegorically. Tieck[19] says: 'In Calderon's poetry, and that
of his contemporaries, we often find, in romances and song-like
metres, most charming descriptions of the sea, mountains, gardens,
and woody valleys, but almost always used allegorically, and with an
artistic polish which ends by giving us, not so much a real
impression of Nature, as one of clever description in musical verse,
repeated again and again with slight variations.' This is true of
Leon, but far more of Calderon, since it belongs to the very essence
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