The margins of the forest are beautiful, as if painted onto the green slopes.
I walk around, and sweet peace rewards me for the thornsin my heart, when the mind has grown dark, for right from the startart and thinking have cost it pain.
There are lovely pictures in the valley, for example the gardens and trees, and the narrow footbridge, and the brook, hardly visible. How beautifully the landscape shines, cheerfully distant, like a splendid picture, where I come to visit when the weather is mild.
A kindly divinity leads us on at firstwith blue, then prepares clouds,shaped like gray domes, with searing lightning and rolling thunder, then comes the loveliness of the fields,and beauty wells forth from the source of the primal image.
