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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required LANDSCAPE 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 sings gaily Then his voice dies away in the sunlight to sleep Bees, forest bugs, and flies beneath the bushes deep Inebriate 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 ***************** Paysage by ''Auguste Lacaussade'' *TRANSLATED POEM-TWELVE SYLLABLES IN EACH LINE. French and English/ CHECKED WITH SYLLABLE COUNTER
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