The Great Woods Were Awakening.
“Les grands bois s’éveillaient; il faisait jour à peine...”
Pradel.
THE great woods were awakening. A new day
Was freshly born; enchanted birds among
The clear green foliage raised their matin song
To praise the morning-glow. Thought-sad I lay
Beneath a gnarlèd oak; despite that gay
Fresh springtide, all my soul was suffering.