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1 4 | curtails my song.~ ~Anykščiai, 1859~ ~
2 2 | What scents abound! Pine resin fills the air.~
3 | about
4 4 | nourishment.~With timber so abundant prices fell.~They sold until
5 1 | you found your eyes would ache:~The forest would your soul
6 | across
7 | after
8 | afterwards
9 1 | your pines, as centuries ago?~Where are your birds and
10 | already
11 | always
12 | am
13 | among
14 2 | beguile.~The presence of an anthill you can tell. ~Leaf, needle,
15 3 | eased,~The heart soothed and anxiety appeased;~Warm tears born
16 4 | tiny, would they break.~Anyksciai town rejoiced – the trees
17 4 | soul… curtails my song.~ ~Anykščiai, 1859~ ~
18 | anyone
19 3 | heart soothed and anxiety appeased;~Warm tears born of a sentiment
20 3 | Our solace and our poetry arise.~Now all has gone… In the
21 2 | for your delight.~Here's aromatic cranberry and moss.~Here
22 4 | gnawed the forest for so long~Assailing heart and soul… curtails
23 4 | loads they sent~Rejoiced, assured of one day's nourishment.~
24 4 | brothers all!" it cried. "Fight back!~A blessing on the hand
25 2 | fox bears to his lair,~A badger scurries from his burrow
26 4 | people died,~Made bark soup, baked their bread with moss inside.~
27 1 | A barren waste the sun bakes hard in June,~A sight the
28 4 | sheltered them as well,~To bar the way to enemies it fell,~
29 4 | hunger people died,~Made bark soup, baked their bread
30 4 | watchmen day and night,~Barred grazing, mushroom picking...
31 1 | the earth is strewn – ~A barren waste the sun bakes hard
32 | be
33 2 | of flowers gentle breezes bear.~In clearings white-red
34 2 | A captured duck the fox bears to his lair,~A badger scurries
35 3 | was a time, a time when beauteous calm~The forest breathed,
36 2 | fragrance rare your nose beguile.~The presence of an anthill
37 1 | desolate and bare,~Can anyone believe you once were fair?~Where
38 2 | stirring in its nest, a waking bird. ~That crackling? It's a
39 1 | centuries ago?~Where are your birds and nestlings to be found ~
40 4 | which they pined,~So sorely bitter tears would their eyes blind~
41 2 | dawns with gleaming brow~And blades of grass, dew-laden, earthward
42 4 | and consoles~In treeless bleak expanses run to seed,~They
43 4 | it cried. "Fight back!~A blessing on the hand that wields
44 4 | unfold,~At all times granting blessings manifold.~Then hard times
45 4 | bitter tears would their eyes blind~On viewing stumps: for Lithuanian
46 1 | humming when the wind would blow~And toss the white-wood
47 4 | doors from branches, no boards would they cut~And no ax
48 1 | where a town once teemed,~Or bone-dry moss where marshland softly
49 3 | anxiety appeased;~Warm tears born of a sentiment unique~Come
50 2 | takes~A flying leap onto a bough that shakes,~A stoat or
51 2 | his burrow there,~A roe bounds past, a squirrel neatly
52 2 | grass, dew-laden, earthward bow~The forest wakens, night-time
53 3 | tranquillity pervades the soul~It bows as wheatears do when ripe
54 4 | their hut,~Plait doors from branches, no boards would they cut~
55 4 | Made bark soup, baked their bread with moss inside.~Such starving
56 4 | however tiny, would they break.~Anyksciai town rejoiced –
57 2 | who, loath~To hunt by day, breaks through the undergrowth.~
58 3 | breathe the forest air,~Our breast as gently stirs as pines
59 3 | Long afterwards our lungs breathe the forest air,~Our breast
60 3 | beauteous calm~The forest breathed, our hearts to soothe and
61 2 | forest like a living creature breathes:~The nearby field and meadowland
62 2 | scent of flowers gentle breezes bear.~In clearings white-red
63 2 | breeze however slight~Will bring new scents each time for
64 2 | eloquence,~While midnight brings a silence that is so~Profound
65 4 | them and their teeth he broke.~He rooted pinetrees up
66 2 | day dawns with gleaming brow~And blades of grass, dew-laden,
67 2 | badger scurries from his burrow there,~A roe bounds past,
68 1 | creatures large and small,~The burrows and the lairs that housed
69 2 | tree in gentle whispers call,~Each star through heaven
70 2 | clearings white-red clover, camomile~And thyme with fragrance
71 | cannot
72 2 | through the undergrowth.~A captured duck the fox bears to his
73 4 | were well pleased.~Such care of their new grove did people
74 4 | Their great-grandchildren carted logs to town~And when to
75 1 | And rock your pines, as centuries ago?~Where are your birds
76 3 | our hearts to soothe and charm.~For Lithuanians relish
77 3 | like pearl dew down the cheek.~Long afterwards our lungs
78 1 | nestlings to be found ~Whose chirping such contentment spread
79 2 | gentle breezes bear.~In clearings white-red clover, camomile~
80 4 | with trees~And know few closer lifelong friends than these.~
81 4 | folk with all its might.~It clothed and fed them, sheltered
82 4 | And wet its crowns in grey clouds overhead.~"My starving brothers
83 2 | In clearings white-red clover, camomile~And thyme with
84 2 | as if wood, meadow, field combine~Their richest scents to
85 4 | his superiors; when folk~Complained he punched them and their
86 1 | alone remain.~With needle, cone and twig the earth is strewn – ~
87 4 | forest beauty nurtures and consoles~In treeless bleak expanses
88 1 | found ~Whose chirping such contentment spread all round?~Where
89 2 | nest, a waking bird. ~That crackling? It's a homebound wolf who,
90 2 | delight.~Here's aromatic cranberry and moss.~Here orchard-blossom
91 2 | The forest like a living creature breathes:~The nearby field
92 4 | starving brothers all!" it cried. "Fight back!~A blessing
93 4 | tears it shed~And wet its crowns in grey clouds overhead.~"
94 4 | Assailing heart and soul… curtails my song.~ ~Anykščiai, 1859~ ~
95 3 | gentle breeze~That stirs dark ripples as it passes by:~
96 2 | prayer.~But when the new day dawns with gleaming brow~And blades
97 4 | Unless the tree already was decayed.~In turn the forest soothed
98 4 | raised a handsome pine grove, dense as reeds.~The young at heart
99 1 | Stump-littered hillocks, desolate and bare,~Can anyone believe
100 2 | brow~And blades of grass, dew-laden, earthward bow~The forest
101 2 | through heaven move, each dewdrop fall. ~The heart is hushed.
102 4 | times came. Of hunger people died,~Made bark soup, baked their
103 2 | needle, pine-cone have a different smell~Each time you pass.
104 2 | of field and meadow you discern.~All mingle in the air,
105 4 | drank ~And into ways of dissolution sank.~And so no forest did
106 2 | they come ~Your nose cannot distinguish every one.~It is as if wood,
107 1 | soul views with as much distress ~As ruined palaces rank
108 4 | who toured the site,~Dug ditches, posted watchmen day and
109 4 | they heat their hut,~Plait doors from branches, no boards
110 4 | money they received they drank ~And into ways of dissolution
111 2 | undergrowth.~A captured duck the fox bears to his lair,~
112 4 | forester who toured the site,~Dug ditches, posted watchmen
113 1 | needle, cone and twig the earth is strewn – ~A barren waste
114 2 | blades of grass, dew-laden, earthward bow~The forest wakens, night-time
115 3 | Lithuanians relish calm and ease~As lush grass relishes a
116 3 | there we feel a pain is eased,~The heart soothed and anxiety
117 4 | starving folk who hardly eat at all~In time of plague
118 2 | forest hums, resounds with eloquence,~While midnight brings a
119 | elsewhere
120 4 | well,~To bar the way to enemies it fell,~In evil days –
121 | ever
122 | everywhere
123 4 | way to enemies it fell,~In evil days – a refuge from our
124 4 | consoles~In treeless bleak expanses run to seed,~They wither
125 4 | to seed,~They wither and expire in sorest need.~Our treeless
126 1 | anyone believe you once were fair?~Where are your former charms?
127 4 | its might.~It clothed and fed them, sheltered them as
128 3 | why.~For it is there we feel a pain is eased,~The heart
129 4 | those who first a few trees felled.~Their children groaned –
130 4 | brothers all!" it cried. "Fight back!~A blessing on the
131 2 | scents abound! Pine resin fills the air.~The scent of flowers
132 4 | no forest did our fathers find, ~Yet found they were like
133 4 | people went elsewhere for firewood.~Then came a forester who
134 | first
135 2 | wakens, night-time silence flees~And day again resumes its
136 2 | Profound you hear each leaf and flower grow,~Hear tree to tree
137 2 | fills the air.~The scent of flowers gentle breezes bear.~In
138 2 | squirrel neatly takes~A flying leap onto a bough that shakes,~
139 4 | days – a refuge from our foes, ~In time of grief – a place
140 1 | And toss the white-wood foliage to and fro~And rock your
141 4 | for a forest longs.~Our folksong from a love of trees has
142 4 | and makes it smart.~That force which gnawed the forest
143 4 | for firewood.~Then came a forester who toured the site,~Dug
144 | former
145 | forty
146 2 | undergrowth.~A captured duck the fox bears to his lair,~A badger
147 4 | know few closer lifelong friends than these.~With windfalls
148 1 | white-wood foliage to and fro~And rock your pines, as
149 4 | turn the forest soothed and gave delight,~Loved Lithuania'
150 4 | sorest need.~Our treeless generation from old songs ~Learns forest
151 3 | forest air,~Our breast as gently stirs as pines do there.~
152 1 | merry make,~Your heart so glad you wondered in surprise:~
153 1 | moss where marshland softly gleamed.~Once walking here you found
154 2 | when the new day dawns with gleaming brow~And blades of grass,
155 2 | perfume fine~Which to God's glory they are offering ~As they
156 1 | surrounds you with such beauty glows!~With every scent the forest
157 4 | smart.~That force which gnawed the forest for so long~Assailing
158 1 | former charms? Where did they go?~Where is your humming when
159 2 | a perfume fine~Which to God's glory they are offering ~
160 4 | rejoiced – the trees looked good – ~And people went elsewhere
161 4 | would unfold,~At all times granting blessings manifold.~Then
162 4 | watchmen day and night,~Barred grazing, mushroom picking... He
163 4 | cut more trees down.~Their great-grandchildren carted logs to town~And
164 4 | shed~And wet its crowns in grey clouds overhead.~"My starving
165 4 | from our foes, ~In time of grief – a place of sweet repose,~
166 4 | trees felled.~Their children groaned – the ax salvation spelled. ~
167 2 | hear each leaf and flower grow,~Hear tree to tree in gentle
168 4 | from a love of trees has grown~And all the songs were to
169 4 | back!~A blessing on the hand that wields an ax!"~They
170 4 | persevered.~They raised a handsome pine grove, dense as reeds.~
171 4 | place of sweet repose,~In happy days its charms it would
172 4 | Such starving folk who hardly eat at all~In time of plague
173 2 | parts~To touch with perfect harmony our hearts.~How fine are
174 1 | palaces rank weeds possess,~Or heaps of rubble where a town once
175 4 | windfalls only would they heat their hut,~Plait doors from
176 2 | call,~Each star through heaven move, each dewdrop fall. ~
177 2 | everywhere~The soul soars heavenward in quiet prayer.~But when
178 4 | such pain at heart~Lies heavy on the soul and makes it
179 1 | Stump-littered hillocks, desolate and bare,~Can
180 4 | again a wasteland here…~Bare hills with stumps are all that
181 2 | That crackling? It's a homebound wolf who, loath~To hunt
182 1 | burrows and the lairs that housed them all? ~All, all has
183 | How
184 1 | did they go?~Where is your humming when the wind would blow~
185 2 | only scents!~The forest hums, resounds with eloquence,~
186 4 | Then hard times came. Of hunger people died,~Made bark soup,
187 2 | homebound wolf who, loath~To hunt by day, breaks through the
188 2 | dewdrop fall. ~The heart is hushed. Such peace reigns everywhere~
189 4 | only would they heat their hut,~Plait doors from branches,
190 2 | sing.~Their voices weave a hymn of many parts~To touch with
191 | I
192 | if
193 4 | baked their bread with moss inside.~Such starving folk who
194 | into
195 1 | waste the sun bakes hard in June,~A sight the soul views
196 4 | lived at one with trees~And know few closer lifelong friends
197 3 | often weep in woods, not knowing why.~For it is there we
198 4 | songs were to our fathers known.~So now a pinewood patiently
199 4 | reared~And in their loving labors persevered.~They raised
200 4 | ax to a trunk they ever laid~Unless the tree already
201 2 | duck the fox bears to his lair,~A badger scurries from
202 1 | small,~The burrows and the lairs that housed them all? ~All,
203 4 | brothers of one mind~To save land for the trees for which
204 1 | are your living creatures large and small,~The burrows and
205 4 | refrain.~Unfinished is my lay: such pain at heart~Lies
206 2 | squirrel neatly takes~A flying leap onto a bough that shakes,~
207 4 | generation from old songs ~Learns forest lore and for a forest
208 4 | and mushrooms picked.~He lied to his superiors; when folk~
209 4 | lay: such pain at heart~Lies heavy on the soul and makes
210 4 | trees~And know few closer lifelong friends than these.~With
211 4 | and gave delight,~Loved Lithuania's folk with all its might.~
212 4 | blind~On viewing stumps: for Lithuanian souls~Whom forest beauty
213 3 | to soothe and charm.~For Lithuanians relish calm and ease~As
214 4 | Our folk have always lived at one with trees~And know
215 1 | forest woos your nose~And lively sounds you hear in every
216 4 | And when to market forty loads they sent~Rejoiced, assured
217 2 | s a homebound wolf who, loath~To hunt by day, breaks through
218 4 | great-grandchildren carted logs to town~And when to market
219 4 | forest lore and for a forest longs.~Our folksong from a love
220 4 | town rejoiced – the trees looked good – ~And people went
221 4 | old songs ~Learns forest lore and for a forest longs.~
222 4 | longs.~Our folksong from a love of trees has grown~And all
223 4 | soothed and gave delight,~Loved Lithuania's folk with all
224 4 | they reared~And in their loving labors persevered.~They
225 3 | cheek.~Long afterwards our lungs breathe the forest air,~
226 3 | relish calm and ease~As lush grass relishes a gentle
227 | Made
228 | makes
229 4 | times granting blessings manifold.~Then hard times came. Of
230 | many
231 4 | logs to town~And when to market forty loads they sent~Rejoiced,
232 1 | Or bone-dry moss where marshland softly gleamed.~Once walking
233 2 | that shakes,~A stoat or marten rummages about…~The forest
234 2 | breathes:~The nearby field and meadowland it wreathes~In fragrance,
235 2 | And day again resumes its melodies.~That rustle? It's a leaf
236 1 | forest would your soul so merry make,~Your heart so glad
237 2 | resounds with eloquence,~While midnight brings a silence that is
238 | might
239 4 | were like brothers of one mind~To save land for the trees
240 2 | meadow you discern.~All mingle in the air, so thick they
241 4 | not much to sell.~Whatever money they received they drank ~
242 | more
243 2 | Each star through heaven move, each dewdrop fall. ~The
244 4 | and night,~Barred grazing, mushroom picking... He seemed strict~
245 4 | on the sly sold wood and mushrooms picked.~He lied to his superiors;
246 2 | living creature breathes:~The nearby field and meadowland it
247 2 | bounds past, a squirrel neatly takes~A flying leap onto
248 4 | wither and expire in sorest need.~Our treeless generation
249 2 | stirred~Or, stirring in its nest, a waking bird. ~That crackling?
250 1 | Where are your birds and nestlings to be found ~Whose chirping
251 4 | posted watchmen day and night,~Barred grazing, mushroom
252 2 | earthward bow~The forest wakens, night-time silence flees~And day again
253 4 | Rejoiced, assured of one day's nourishment.~With timber so abundant
254 4 | souls~Whom forest beauty nurtures and consoles~In treeless
255 2 | to God's glory they are offering ~As they together sigh,
256 | often
257 4 | treeless generation from old songs ~Learns forest lore
258 | onto
259 2 | cranberry and moss.~Here orchard-blossom scents you come across.~
260 | out
261 4 | its crowns in grey clouds overhead.~"My starving brothers all!"
262 1 | much distress ~As ruined palaces rank weeds possess,~Or heaps
263 1 | Where am I – in a wood or Paradise?~All that surrounds you
264 1 | sounds you hear in every part.~You sense a deep calm soothing
265 2 | voices weave a hymn of many parts~To touch with perfect harmony
266 2 | different smell~Each time you pass. A breeze however slight~
267 3 | stirs dark ripples as it passes by:~We often weep in woods,
268 2 | burrow there,~A roe bounds past, a squirrel neatly takes~
269 4 | known.~So now a pinewood patiently they reared~And in their
270 2 | The heart is hushed. Such peace reigns everywhere~The soul
271 3 | unique~Come rolling then like pearl dew down the cheek.~Long
272 2 | many parts~To touch with perfect harmony our hearts.~How
273 2 | richest scents to make a perfume fine~Which to God's glory
274 4 | And in their loving labors persevered.~They raised a handsome
275 3 | Such deep tranquillity pervades the soul~It bows as wheatears
276 4 | sold wood and mushrooms picked.~He lied to his superiors;
277 4 | Barred grazing, mushroom picking... He seemed strict~But
278 2 | can tell. ~Leaf, needle, pine-cone have a different smell~Each
279 4 | the trees for which they pined,~So sorely bitter tears
280 4 | teeth he broke.~He rooted pinetrees up year after year~And soon
281 4 | fathers known.~So now a pinewood patiently they reared~And
282 4 | reel and fall.~The forest pitied them, dew tears it shed~
283 4 | foes, ~In time of grief – a place of sweet repose,~In happy
284 4 | hardly eat at all~In time of plague like trees will reel and
285 4 | would they heat their hut,~Plait doors from branches, no
286 4 | heart and children were well pleased.~Such care of their new
287 3 | sighs,~Our solace and our poetry arise.~Now all has gone…
288 1 | ruined palaces rank weeds possess,~Or heaps of rubble where
289 4 | toured the site,~Dug ditches, posted watchmen day and night,~
290 2 | soars heavenward in quiet prayer.~But when the new day dawns
291 2 | rare your nose beguile.~The presence of an anthill you can tell. ~
292 4 | With timber so abundant prices fell.~They sold until there
293 2 | brings a silence that is so~Profound you hear each leaf and flower
294 4 | when folk~Complained he punched them and their teeth he
295 2 | soul soars heavenward in quiet prayer.~But when the new
296 4 | labors persevered.~They raised a handsome pine grove, dense
297 1 | distress ~As ruined palaces rank weeds possess,~Or heaps
298 2 | And thyme with fragrance rare your nose beguile.~The presence
299 4 | pinewood patiently they reared~And in their loving labors
300 4 | sell.~Whatever money they received they drank ~And into ways
301 4 | handsome pine grove, dense as reeds.~The young at heart and
302 4 | of plague like trees will reel and fall.~The forest pitied
303 4 | we weep and sing our sad refrain.~Unfinished is my lay: such
304 4 | it fell,~In evil days – a refuge from our foes, ~In time
305 2 | heart is hushed. Such peace reigns everywhere~The soul soars
306 2 | As they together sigh, rejoice and sing.~Their voices weave
307 3 | and charm.~For Lithuanians relish calm and ease~As lush grass
308 3 | calm and ease~As lush grass relishes a gentle breeze~That stirs
309 4 | grief – a place of sweet repose,~In happy days its charms
310 2 | What scents abound! Pine resin fills the air.~The scent
311 2 | scents!~The forest hums, resounds with eloquence,~While midnight
312 2 | silence flees~And day again resumes its melodies.~That rustle?
313 2 | meadow, field combine~Their richest scents to make a perfume
314 3 | bows as wheatears do when ripe and whole.~This is the source
315 3 | gentle breeze~That stirs dark ripples as it passes by:~We often
316 1 | white-wood foliage to and fro~And rock your pines, as centuries
317 2 | from his burrow there,~A roe bounds past, a squirrel
318 3 | a sentiment unique~Come rolling then like pearl dew down
319 4 | their teeth he broke.~He rooted pinetrees up year after
320 1 | such contentment spread all round?~Where are your living creatures
321 1 | weeds possess,~Or heaps of rubble where a town once teemed,~
322 1 | with as much distress ~As ruined palaces rank weeds possess,~
323 2 | shakes,~A stoat or marten rummages about…~The forest creatures
324 4 | treeless bleak expanses run to seed,~They wither and
325 2 | resumes its melodies.~That rustle? It's a leaf the breeze
326 4 | which we weep and sing our sad refrain.~Unfinished is my
327 4 | children groaned – the ax salvation spelled. ~Their children'
328 4 | into ways of dissolution sank.~And so no forest did our
329 4 | brothers of one mind~To save land for the trees for which
330 2 | bears to his lair,~A badger scurries from his burrow there,~A
331 4 | treeless bleak expanses run to seed,~They wither and expire
332 | seemed
333 4 | until there was not much to sell.~Whatever money they received
334 1 | hear in every part.~You sense a deep calm soothing to
335 4 | market forty loads they sent~Rejoiced, assured of one
336 3 | appeased;~Warm tears born of a sentiment unique~Come rolling then
337 2 | flying leap onto a bough that shakes,~A stoat or marten rummages
338 4 | pitied them, dew tears it shed~And wet its crowns in grey
339 4 | It clothed and fed them, sheltered them as well,~To bar the
340 2 | offering ~As they together sigh, rejoice and sing.~Their
341 4 | Their children's children sighed, cut more trees down.~Their
342 3 | from which our tears and sighs,~Our solace and our poetry
343 1 | sun bakes hard in June,~A sight the soul views with as much
344 4 | forester who toured the site,~Dug ditches, posted watchmen
345 2 | you pass. A breeze however slight~Will bring new scents each
346 4 | seemed strict~But on the sly sold wood and mushrooms
347 1 | living creatures large and small,~The burrows and the lairs
348 4 | on the soul and makes it smart.~That force which gnawed
349 2 | pine-cone have a different smell~Each time you pass. A breeze
350 2 | reigns everywhere~The soul soars heavenward in quiet prayer.~
351 1 | bone-dry moss where marshland softly gleamed.~Once walking here
352 3 | our tears and sighs,~Our solace and our poetry arise.~Now
353 4 | heart and soul… curtails my song.~ ~Anykščiai, 1859~ ~
354 4 | pinetrees up year after year~And soon there was again a wasteland
355 3 | breathed, our hearts to soothe and charm.~For Lithuanians
356 1 | part.~You sense a deep calm soothing to the heart. ~ ~
357 4 | for which they pined,~So sorely bitter tears would their
358 4 | They wither and expire in sorest need.~Our treeless generation
359 4 | viewing stumps: for Lithuanian souls~Whom forest beauty nurtures
360 4 | hunger people died,~Made bark soup, baked their bread with
361 3 | ripe and whole.~This is the source from which our tears and
362 4 | groaned – the ax salvation spelled. ~Their children's children
363 1 | chirping such contentment spread all round?~Where are your
364 2 | there,~A roe bounds past, a squirrel neatly takes~A flying leap
365 2 | gentle whispers call,~Each star through heaven move, each
366 2 | s a leaf the breeze has stirred~Or, stirring in its nest,
367 2 | the breeze has stirred~Or, stirring in its nest, a waking bird. ~
368 2 | onto a bough that shakes,~A stoat or marten rummages about…~
369 1 | cone and twig the earth is strewn – ~A barren waste the sun
370 4 | mushroom picking... He seemed strict~But on the sly sold wood
371 1 | Stump-littered hillocks, desolate and bare,~
372 1 | strewn – ~A barren waste the sun bakes hard in June,~A sight
373 4 | mushrooms picked.~He lied to his superiors; when folk~Complained he
374 1 | so glad you wondered in surprise:~Where am I – in a wood
375 1 | wood or Paradise?~All that surrounds you with such beauty glows!~
376 4 | time of grief – a place of sweet repose,~In happy days its
377 4 | their new grove did people take~No twig, however tiny, would
378 2 | past, a squirrel neatly takes~A flying leap onto a bough
379 1 | rubble where a town once teemed,~Or bone-dry moss where
380 4 | he punched them and their teeth he broke.~He rooted pinetrees
381 2 | presence of an anthill you can tell. ~Leaf, needle, pine-cone
382 [Title]| Text~ ~
383 | than
384 | these
385 2 | All mingle in the air, so thick they come ~Your nose cannot
386 | This
387 | those
388 2 | white-red clover, camomile~And thyme with fragrance rare your
389 4 | day's nourishment.~With timber so abundant prices fell.~
390 4 | people take~No twig, however tiny, would they break.~Anyksciai
391 | together
392 1 | the wind would blow~And toss the white-wood foliage to
393 2 | a hymn of many parts~To touch with perfect harmony our
394 4 | Then came a forester who toured the site,~Dug ditches, posted
395 3 | pines do there.~Such deep tranquillity pervades the soul~It bows
396 4 | they cut~And no ax to a trunk they ever laid~Unless the
397 2 | day, breaks through the undergrowth.~A captured duck the fox
398 4 | and sing our sad refrain.~Unfinished is my lay: such pain at
399 4 | days its charms it would unfold,~At all times granting blessings
400 3 | tears born of a sentiment unique~Come rolling then like pearl
401 | Unless
402 | until
403 4 | would their eyes blind~On viewing stumps: for Lithuanian souls~
404 1 | in June,~A sight the soul views with as much distress ~As
405 2 | rejoice and sing.~Their voices weave a hymn of many parts~
406 2 | earthward bow~The forest wakens, night-time silence flees~
407 2 | stirring in its nest, a waking bird. ~That crackling? It'
408 1 | marshland softly gleamed.~Once walking here you found your eyes
409 3 | soothed and anxiety appeased;~Warm tears born of a sentiment
410 1 | earth is strewn – ~A barren waste the sun bakes hard in June,~
411 4 | And soon there was again a wasteland here…~Bare hills with stumps
412 4 | site,~Dug ditches, posted watchmen day and night,~Barred grazing,
413 4 | them as well,~To bar the way to enemies it fell,~In evil
414 4 | received they drank ~And into ways of dissolution sank.~And
415 2 | rejoice and sing.~Their voices weave a hymn of many parts~To
416 1 | As ruined palaces rank weeds possess,~Or heaps of rubble
417 4 | looked good – ~And people went elsewhere for firewood.~
418 4 | that wields an ax!"~They wept, did those who first a few
419 4 | them, dew tears it shed~And wet its crowns in grey clouds
420 | What
421 | Whatever
422 3 | pervades the soul~It bows as wheatears do when ripe and whole.~
423 2 | Hear tree to tree in gentle whispers call,~Each star through
424 2 | breezes bear.~In clearings white-red clover, camomile~And thyme
425 1 | would blow~And toss the white-wood foliage to and fro~And rock
426 | whole
427 | Whom
428 | Whose
429 | why
430 4 | blessing on the hand that wields an ax!"~They wept, did those
431 1 | is your humming when the wind would blow~And toss the
432 4 | friends than these.~With windfalls only would they heat their
433 4 | expanses run to seed,~They wither and expire in sorest need.~
434 2 | crackling? It's a homebound wolf who, loath~To hunt by day,
435 1 | Your heart so glad you wondered in surprise:~Where am I –
436 3 | passes by:~We often weep in woods, not knowing why.~For it
437 1 | With every scent the forest woos your nose~And lively sounds
438 2 | field and meadowland it wreathes~In fragrance, while among
439 | Yet
440 4 | grove, dense as reeds.~The young at heart and children were