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Where shepherd youths and maids in secret bowers,
In song and feast unite
Of their siesta light.
Beneath an oak-tree's boughs,
Now yields him to repose.
On this enameled ground,
To cast your eyes around!
Murmurs with drowsy hum;
Moaning their mates' sad doom.
Murmurs lorn Philomel;
Her love and music well.
In whose bright limpid stream
Mirrored in one bright gleam.
The slumbering winds scarce blow,
Follow their motion slow.
These airy mountains, and this fragrant seat,
Bright with a thousand flowers ;
Is tempered in their bowers !
The dark umbrageous woods, the dense array
Of trunks, through which there peers
Like crystal light appears !
Within thy calm abode
With solitude and God.
Thou giv'st me life, and liberty, and love,
And all I now admire,
The deep enthusiast fire.
O bounteous Nature, 'tis thy healing womb
Alone can peace procure!
From storms of life secure.
JUAN MELENDEZ VALDES, 1754-1517.
FROM THE GERMAN MINNESINGERS.
'Twas summer ; through the spring grass
The joyous flowers upsprang;
Loud in the woodlands sang:
The wide, green meadow o'er-
There strayed I in that hour.
Roaming on, the nightingale
Sang sweetly in my ear;
A dream came to me there.
Of sparkling hue we see;
That vision came to me.
All care was banished, and repose
Came o'er my wearied breast;
For I was with the blest.
Yet while it seemed as if away,
My spirit soared on high,
Was rapp'd in ecstasy ;
In earth's festivity;
So sweet as this to me.
Thus I dreamed on, and might have dwelt
Still on that rapturous dream,
(Sooth 'twas a direful scream !)
Instant my joy was past ;
That hour had been his last !
Fair summer! and thy gentle reign is here;
In the blue sky thy voice is rich and clear ;
Are burden'd with the breath of countless fields ;
That up to heaven its grateful odor yields,
Bounds like a prisoner in his narrow cell,
And forest anthems in his hearing swell;
O summer! in my inmost soul arise
And the bland air with its soft melodies ;
And the impure, unholy thoughts that cling
I would soar upward, on unfetter'd wing,
WILLIS GAYLORD CLARK, 1910-1941.