and looking out he saw two birds, identical, beautiful, red and in a blush, singing in praise of spring eternal on the hands of Grace pure and sacral. they chirped there, glad to be all alone before the pink clouds like a sea, heralding the days of joy, of plenty, of wealth, the months of merriment, beauty, and coming of good health. the news comes in the voices of beasts to the hearts of lovers hiding in the mists of winter slowly receding before the timid passion now beginning.