Apostrophe to Nature
( " O Soleil! " )
O Sun! bright face aye-undefiled;
O flowers i' the valley blooming wild;
Caverns, dim haunt of Solitude;
Perfume whereby one's step's beguiled
Deep, deep into the sombre wood; —
O sacred mounts that heavenward climb,
White as a temple-front, sublime;
Old oaks, that centuries' might inherit, —
Somewhat whereof I feel (what time
'Neath you I stand) endues my spirit; —
O Virgin forest, crystal spring,
Lake where no storm for long can fling
Darkness, clear heaven-reflecting face; —
Pure soul of Nature unslumbering,
What think you of this bandit base?
O Sun! bright face aye-undefiled;
O flowers i' the valley blooming wild;
Caverns, dim haunt of Solitude;
Perfume whereby one's step's beguiled
Deep, deep into the sombre wood; —
O sacred mounts that heavenward climb,
White as a temple-front, sublime;
Old oaks, that centuries' might inherit, —
Somewhat whereof I feel (what time
'Neath you I stand) endues my spirit; —
O Virgin forest, crystal spring,
Lake where no storm for long can fling
Darkness, clear heaven-reflecting face; —
Pure soul of Nature unslumbering,
What think you of this bandit base?
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