The sky connects us, the mountains they
veil,
that which fills my heart, and my tongue seldom
reveals;
but nature is an ally, in all its forms, as it
produces-
the bird-chirrups, the summer-bees spell my heart’s
music.
So, lass! listen keen, midst their buzz, betwixt their
flaps,
or even in the trembling leaves, passing breeze you can
grasp-
in what two birds, they converse, sitting on a bright
perch
you will find there, the words for my hearty
touch.
So, lass! close thine eyes, and come closer, they will
whisper,
for the tongue of nature is, than a man’s, much
crisper;
so, the subject that fills my heart, and my tongue seldom
reveals
is contained in this sky, in these mountain-slopes that
veil.