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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Mighty emperor is the forest, High dominion does he wield, And a thousand races prosper 'Neath the shelter of his shield. The moon, the sun and Lucifer Do round his kingdom ever sphere; While lords and ladies of his court Are of the noble race of deer. Hares, his heralds and his postmen, Carry rapidly his mails; Birds his orchestra composing, Springs that tell him thousand tales. Midst the flowers that grow in shadow By the streams and in the grass, Bees in golden clouds are swarming, Ants in mighty armies pass ... Come, let us again be children In the woods we loved of yore So that life, and luck, and loving Seem a game and nothing more. For I feel that mother nature All her wisdom did employ But to raise you over living And of life to make your toy. You and I away shall wander Quite alone where no one goes, And we'll lie beside the water Where the flowering lime-tree grows. As we slumber, on our bodies Will the lime its petals lay, While in sleep, sweet distant bagpipes We will hear some shepherd play. Hear so much, and closer clinging, Heart to heart in lover's wise, Hear the emperor call his council And his ministers advise. Through the silver spreading branches Will the moon the stream enlace, And around us slowly gather Courtiers of many a race. Horses proud, as white as wave crests, Many-branching horned stags, Bulls with stars upon their fore heads, Chamois from the mountain crags. And the lime-tree they will question Who we are; and stand and wonder, While our host will softly answer Parting wide his boughs asunder: "Look, o look how they are dreaming Dreams that in the forest grow; Like the children of some legend Do they love each other so". English version by Corneliu M. Popescu * Transcribed by Cristina Mihu School No. 10, Focsani, Romania *
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