I greet you, peaceful country site,
refuge of calmness, toil, and inspiration!
The stream of days of mine, invisible at sight,
runs rapidly, if I come on ocasion.
My soul belongs to you, oblivion in the woods
and silence in the fields, where every creature
is free as I am. Here my mood
is like the voice of a rapt preacher.
My friends are laziness and thought.
We roam together in the garden,
where every summer flower tought
to be surprised at on a sudden.