Swamps and marshland sodden,
Heaven а cloth of blue,
Pinewoods that are throbbing
With а golden hue.
Tomtits through the foliage
Flit with other birds,
Of the calls of mowers
Dream the shady firs.
Creaking through the meadow
Goes а country cart -
Wooden wheels а heady
Linden scent impart.
Willows hear their branches
Whistle in the breeze...
Country long abandoned,
Where my heart's at ease!..