Midst the Dense Old Forest Stout – M. Eminescu

Midst the dense old forest stout

All the merry birds fly out,

Quit the hazel thicket there

Out into the sunny air,

Round the pool grown high with sedge

Fly about the water’s edge

Where, by little waves deflected,

On its shining face reflected,

Image of the moon is lying,

And of birds of passage flying,

And of stars and heavens blue,

And of swallows not a few,

And my darling’s image too.

translated by Corneliu M. Popescu

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