Nature
The Forest
Translated by John Bowring (1830) · From Poetry of the Magyars (1830)
Deep in the stillness of the solemn forest
Peace sings her hymns of solitude, Apollo!
While the light zephyrs, listening to the music,
Glide along slowly.
Through the green boughs what friendly spirits vibrate
Round the old roots what gentle streamlets murmur!
Brightening with influence full of joy and beauty
Life and its struggles.
I, when I look upon those lovely meadows—
Streams full of light—and hymn-impassioned songsters—
Forests and flowrets—feel that woe's oppression
Smites me no longer.
Shades of the forest! to your calm recesses
Pride never wends, nor passion. When the branches
Of your green trees are fluttering in the breezes,
Bear me their freshness.
Cite this poem
MLA
Buczy, Emil. “The Forest.” Translated by John Bowring. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/buczy/3/.
Chicago
Buczy, Emil. “The Forest.” Translated by John Bowring. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/buczy/3/.
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