143. Armed in His Constancy, He Passes Without Fear -
ARMED IN HIS CONSTANCY, HE PASSES WITHOUT FEAR, WITHOUT AFFRONT THROUGH THE PERILS OF THE FOREST OF ARDENNES
Through forests harsh, inhospitable, I
Securely penetrate where travelers
Quake in their armour: for my fear defers
Only to that sun which darts dangerously
A soul-consuming flame. I lift love's cry
To her whom time and space hide not: all hers,
Her shape — even here! nor hers alone — in firs
And beeches see! — and in girls dryad-shy!
Meseems her voice is audible when the bird
Flutters the fugitive leaf, or through the glade
Where some loud stream pursues its glittering lapse.
Often the lonely silence of the shade,
The solitary terror I preferred,
Save that I lose too much my sun perhaps.
Through forests harsh, inhospitable, I
Securely penetrate where travelers
Quake in their armour: for my fear defers
Only to that sun which darts dangerously
A soul-consuming flame. I lift love's cry
To her whom time and space hide not: all hers,
Her shape — even here! nor hers alone — in firs
And beeches see! — and in girls dryad-shy!
Meseems her voice is audible when the bird
Flutters the fugitive leaf, or through the glade
Where some loud stream pursues its glittering lapse.
Often the lonely silence of the shade,
The solitary terror I preferred,
Save that I lose too much my sun perhaps.
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