When Gently Flutters...

WHEN GENTLY FLUTTERS...

When gently flutters a sallow field of wheat,
And forest, fresh, rushes at the lightest hint of wind,
And a crimson plum hides in the orchard
Under the delightful shade of a green leaf;

When, sprinkled by the flagrant dew,
Facing a ruddy sunset or a golden dawn,
Under a bush the silver lily of the valley
Is greeting me with its amiable nods;

While a chilly spring flows playfully down the ravine,
And, steeping my thoughts into some nebulous dream,
Babbles out a mysterious saga
About a peaceful realm, wherefrom it rushes forth, —

Then my disquiet soul is tamed,
Then my brow is finally unwrinkled, —
And I can comprehend happiness on Earth,
And in the skies I perceive a divinity.

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