The peaches are mine; the hazel nuts are mine! I have two elms, and two fountains.

I am indeed rich! You may laugh, perhaps, at my happiness.

But I wish you to know that I love the earth and the sky.

It is a living picture, sparkling in the sunshine.
Come," he said, "and pluck my peaches from the branches; put them between your lovely teeth, whiter than the snow.

Press them: from the skin to the almond they melt in the mouth--it is honey!" He next describes what he sees and hears from his grotto: the beautiful flowers, the fruit glowing in the sun, the luscious peaches, the notes of the woodlark, the zug-zug of the nightingale, the superb beauty of the heavens.