Eageralreadytosearchinandround

Theheavenlyforest, denseandliving-green,

Whichtemperedtotheeyesthenew-bornday,

WithoutenmoredelayIleftthebank,

Takingthelevelcountryslowly, slowly

Overthesoilthateverywherebreathesfragrance.

Asoftly-breathingair, thatnomutation

Hadinitself, upontheforeheadsmoteme

Noheavierblowthanofagentlewind,

Whereatthebranches, lightlytremulous,

Didallofthembowdownwardtowardthatside

WhereitsfirstshadowcaststheHolyMountain;

Yetnotfromtheiruprightdirectionswayed,

Sothatthelittlebirdsupontheirtops

Shouldleavethepracticeofeachartoftheirs;

Butwithfullravishmentthehoursofprime,

Singing, receivedtheyinthemidstofleaves,

Thateverboreaburdentotheirrhymes,

Suchasfrombranchtobranchgoesgatheringon

ThroughthepineforestontheshoreofChiassi,

WhenEolusunloosestheSirocco.

Alreadymyslowstepshadcarriedme

Intotheancientwoodsofar, thatI

CouldnotperceivewhereIhadenteredit.

Andlo! myfurthercourseastreamcutoff,

Whichtow'rdthelefthandwithitslittlewaves

Bentdownthegrassthatonitsmarginsprang.

Allwatersthatonearthmostlimpidare

Wouldseemtohavewithinthemselvessomemixture

Comparedwiththatwhichnothingdothconceal,

Althoughitmovesonwithabrown, browncurrent

Undertheshadeperpetual, thatnever

Rayofthesunletsin, norofthemoon.

WithfeetIstayed, andwithmineeyesIpassed

Beyondtherivulet, tolookupon

Thegreatvarietyofthefreshmay.

Andthereappearedtome (evenasappears

Suddenlysomethingthatdothturnaside

Throughverywondereveryotherthought)

Aladyallalone, whowentalong