She sings.

We will leave reason, Dear, for a season; Reason were treason Since yonder nether Foot-hills are clad now In nothing sad now; We will be glad now, Glad as this weather. Heart and heart! in the Maytime, Maytime, Youth and Love take playtime, playtime ... I in the dairy; you are the airy Majesty passing; Love is the fairy Bringing us two together.