from Leconte de Lisle
Woods dear to the rock-doves, weep, soft greenery,
and you, bright spring, and you, cool pathways;
weep, o wild heather,
dog rose and holly bush!
The dawn that is hailed by the whistling curlew
suspends a fiery pearl on the grass-blade;
cloud is on the rosy mountain;
the moorhen swims in the blue lake.
Weep, o curlew; weep, white daybreak;
moan, blue lake, moorhens, red moorcocks,
you who are silvered and gilded by the cloud,
o clear hillsides, weep!
Spring, king garlanded by the green year,
o young God, weep! o ripening Summer,
cut your crowned tresses;
and weep, blushing Autumn!
Anguish of loving breaks a faithful heart.
Earth and sky, weep! Oh! how I loved her!
Dear land, speak no more of her:
Nanny will never return!
From “Chansons écossaises”, in Poèmes antiques (1852). Based on “My Nannie’s Awa‘” by Robert Burns.