"An Evening Roam in the Forest"
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It is too bright, it is too bright
Where moonlight casts its glow; --
My heart is, by this calm of night,
Transfused and trembles so;
On every bloom, each leaf that curls
Rests evening is string of dew-drop pearls
And quivers to my gaze! --
It is too bright, too bright the glow
Here by the water is brink! --
Behold the waves too-silent flow,
And mirrored stars that sink
Till in the watery deep they're bathed
Seem like forget-me-nots grief-swathed,
Like eyes that sorrow shrouds.
Far yonder, to the distant North
Where fir-trees darkly press,
Where Hulders in the fell hold forth
(You might well call it wilderness)
There I possess a cherished place,
There I'll direct my steps apace,
My sanctuary is there!
Behold the mountain peaks abrupt
That muffling clouds enclose; --
An autumn storm will soon erupt,
Night is wind already blows! --
-- O, sweet; -- as though I were inspired
I feel by this same tempest fired
To journey through the night! -- --
Deep in the woods, away, away!
O, further still from here,
Until the soul falls wholly prey
To this wild, panic fear, --
Till you're convinced the wraiths of night
Attend you on your headlong flight
However swift you speed! --
Hush, silence now; -- this is the spot! --
Amidst the forest bound
Hark, owls are shrieking, -- mark you not? --
Ah, how sublime they sound!
Theirs is a merry melody, --
Let not one note neglectfully
Escape you; -- ah, how sweet! -- --
The spruces, standing black and tall,
The tarn is dour verges crowd;
-- As through the air the storm-winds squall,
Observe the misty shroud, --
It glides aloft and then glides down,
Now wraps about the forest crown
Now covers the black depths.
Here may the heart find such content
Amid the raging storm;
Here Nature is visage can present
My breast in mirrored form,
An image of my given doom:
No peace in life nor in the tomb,
No peace eternally! --
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