Land I love! Of stacks of sunshine
Locked in cosy pools I dream.
How l'd like to lose ту bearings
In your symphonies of green.
Fields are lined with chasuble-clover,
Mignonette and flowers wild,
And like nuns telling their rosaries
Are the willows тееk and mild.
Thick mist froт the marsh has risen,
Heaven's yoke of burning sтells.
Thoughts I treasure I keep hidden,
In ту heart the secret dwells.
Everything I greet and welcome,
Glad ту feelings to display.
То this land I've соmе, intending
Very soon to go away.