In-Tree

Victor Hugo (1802-1885)
Series: The contemplations -'For the trees »

Trees of the forest, you know my soul!
The liking of the envious, the crowd praise and blame, You know me, you! - You have often seen only in your depths, looking and dreaming.
You know, the stone which runs a beetle, a modest drop of water from flower to flower fell, a cloud, bird, keep me busy all day.
Contemplation fills my heart with the love.
You saw me a hundred times, in the dark valley, With those words said to the spirit of nature, Ask your branches softly pulsing, and the same look further at the same time, pensive, head down, the eye in the deep grass, The Study of an atom and the study of the world.
Attentive to your sounds all a little talking, trees, you saw me flee and seek God man!
Leaves quivering at the tip of branches, nests which sows the wind off the white feathers, Glades, green valleys, deserts and dark sweet, You know I'm quiet and pure as you.
Like Heaven your perfumes, my darts worship God, And I am full of silence as you forget!
Hate on my name in vain spreads his venom; Always - I swear to you, o beloved wooden sky! -
I chased away from me all bitter thoughts, and my heart is still as did my mother!

These trees woods that still shivering, I love you, and you, ivy on the threshold of the other so…