PATH OF THE WOOD I WALK

Eino Leino(1878-1926)

Path of the wood I walk

in my thoughts on a summer evening

and from joy my breast is swelling

and I sing, sing only.

There in a grove under a fell

peculiar things just,

so gentle, miraculous

under the green twigs.

I fellow only know it,

only me and a certain other

and the grove's amorous warbler

and the fragrant hagberry tree.

(Mä metsän polkua kuljen; Maaliskuun lauluja, 1896.)

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