Spring valley
Ecce, the spring vale in lap of the great Mons, Here the bird sings salvation song day and night. Here the camellia and crocus inhales happy Breaths, here the woodwinds play paradisal music With razorbills, the birds of our pearly seas. And amidst these, mine tranquil heart repeats It's forgotten days of melancholy they have gone Enough away like these fatigued evening clouds Returning to some unknown Island, And their coming seems to me, out of question. Quite handsome is this dale for penning A love elegy, it's cut off from the worlds of Turmoil, of conflicts between the classes Of high and low, quite away from injustice, Inequity, or plagues of envy and xenophilia. Here, the nature sings round the clock, Melodiam of harmony and his singleness. My heart yearns to lie on its woven grass, Here is the complete remedy to my frenzy. These little delightful scenes yet unexplored Would dwell...
