FALK
[rises, lifts his glass, and sings].
Sun-glad day in garden shady
  Was but made for thy delight:
What though promises of May-day
  Be annulled by Autumn’s blight?
Apple-blossom white and splendid
  Drapes thee in its glowing tent,--
Let it, then, when day is ended,
  Strew the closes storm-besprent.