Kaarlo Kramsu(1855-1895)
The forest is beautiful and verdant,
we sit on the grass
and gentle is the sough of the woods
and good is the state of all.
So gently the forest soughs,
I know well its language:
It memories tells to me
that delight the mind.
Oh tell, forest, tell again
of those times gone!
Others don't understand your soughing,
so what do we care about them!
(Metsässä, from Runoelmia, 1887.)
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