Landscape '' Paysage ''

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..  
   
   
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