DURCH DEN WALD
(From the German of the Queen of Roumania.)
Through the forest there fluttered a song
Upborne upon airy gay wings;
As the breeze lisps the beech-boughs among
So softly it lit on my strings:
And my harp told the River again:
And the trees and the birds caught the strain:
And the flow'rs set up soft whisperings.
Through the forest came loitering Love:
There was budding and blooming at this:
The birds woke, with welcome, the grove
And the rocks and the springs felt the bliss;
It seemed 'twould be sunshine forever
As the sun shed red gold on the River
While the waves and the bank-buds did kiss.
