The Soul Of A Century/In nature (2)
IN NATURE
I am no more than yonder rose bud,
No more than a summer’s nightingale;
When spring departs, my leaves will wither,
My songs will pass with the Autumn gale.
But as the nightingale rejoices,
And as the scented rose-bud blooms,
Thus too my soul waits for its hour
And all it holds, resounds and booms.
And it suffices for me to know that
When the time was ripe I sang my songs;
Rejoicing in them without sorrow,
Sorrowing in them for my wrongs.
Then let the winds play o’er the grasses
That hide my grave in a far-off dale;
I know that when my life’s rose blossomed
I was a singing nightingale.
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This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was legally published within the United States (or the United Nations Headquarters in New York subject to Section 7 of the United States Headquarters Agreement) between 1929 and 1977 (inclusive) without a copyright notice. The longest-living author of this work died in 1987, so this work is in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 36 years or less. This work may be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.
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