Whatso of blooms and flowers bring forth Thessalian uplandsMighty with mountain crests, whate'er of riverine lea flowersReareth Favonius' air, bud-breeding, tepidly breathing,All in his hands brought he, unseparate in woven garlands,Whereat laughed the house as soothed by pleasure of perfume.Presently Péneus appears, deserting verdurous Tempe—Tempe girt by her belts of greenwood ever impending,Left for the Mamonides with frequent dances to worship—Nor is he empty of hand, for bears he tallest of beechesDeracinate, and bays with straight boles lofty and stately,Not without nodding plane-tree nor less the flexible sister