Eageralreadytosearchinandround
Theheavenlyforest, denseandliving-green,
Whichtemperedtotheeyesthenew-bornday,
WithoutenmoredelayIleftthebank,
Takingthelevelcountryslowly, slowly
Overthesoilthateverywherebreathesfragrance.
Asoftly-breathingair, thatnomutation
Hadinitself, upontheforeheadsmoteme
Noheavierblowthanofagentlewind,
Whereatthebranches, lightlytremulous,
Didallofthembowdownwardtowardthatside
WhereitsfirstshadowcaststheHolyMountain;
Yetnotfromtheiruprightdirectionswayed,
Sothatthelittlebirdsupontheirtops
Shouldleavethepracticeofeachartoftheirs;
Butwithfullravishmentthehoursofprime,
Singing, receivedtheyinthemidstofleaves,
Thateverboreaburdentotheirrhymes,
Suchasfrombranchtobranchgoesgatheringon
ThroughthepineforestontheshoreofChiassi,
WhenEolusunloosestheSirocco.
Alreadymyslowstepshadcarriedme
Intotheancientwoodsofar, thatI
CouldnotperceivewhereIhadenteredit.
Andlo! myfurthercourseastreamcutoff,
Whichtow'rdthelefthandwithitslittlewaves
Bentdownthegrassthatonitsmarginsprang.
Allwatersthatonearthmostlimpidare
Wouldseemtohavewithinthemselvessomemixture
Comparedwiththatwhichnothingdothconceal,
Althoughitmovesonwithabrown, browncurrent
Undertheshadeperpetual, thatnever
Rayofthesunletsin, norofthemoon.
WithfeetIstayed, andwithmineeyesIpassed
Beyondtherivulet, tolookupon
Thegreatvarietyofthefreshmay.
Andthereappearedtome (evenasappears
Suddenlysomethingthatdothturnaside
Throughverywondereveryotherthought)
Aladyallalone, whowentalong
