Landscape '' Paysage ''

 
Noon time, the star in the sky burning at zenith
The deep azure, was radiant with fiery heat
 
Laid on the skyline, its dome calm and serene
The yonder river, slowly ran on the grey scene
 
From hillsides to dales and back from dales to hillsides
Green fields or pale extend their furrows long and wide
 
And on the shady slopes of the plains that lay near
The forest cast its oaks and beeches in sight clear
 
O Spring ! alas, 'tis not of your joyful hues
It is Summer's ripe time smiling with fertile news
 
Beneath August sun blazing with such glowing hue
In the thick green foliage, tree turns the shade blue*
 
It's time for cold to give way to power; Summer
Ignited with burning flames; virile and stronger
 
Fruits, the joys instead of flowers; sacred richness
That man has got,--- nature has fulfilled its promise
 
It's noon day, time floating in still serenity
And the star pours down his flame with tranquility
 
The wind now dozing, the forest lies peacefully
At times, in the branches, heard; the birds sing gaily
 
Then his voice dies away in the sunlight to sleep
Bees, forest bugs, and flies beneath the bushes deep
 
Inebriated with sun rays piercing the branches
Send their whispers onto the mild cool grass to quench
 
Light and silence, merging in virgin mystery
Mating within woods and heaven's duality
 
Sacred peace of the woods,! sacred skies ablaze
Happy !happy ! he who in his soul and his gaze
 
Without tears, without sorrow ; without sharp regrets
In heaven's peace, he will get your most sacred scents !
 
Blissful is the carefree spirit, happy his eye
To be drunken with silence, lulled to sleep by light
 
When the pleasure comes from such a fine stainless day
That still shines despite cloudy memories decay
 
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Paysage by ''Auguste Lacaussade''
*Translated poem-Twelve syllables in each line. French and English alike
checked with syllable counter..
 
 
https://www.poetica.fr/poeme-382/auguste-lacaussade-paysage/