Now you speak!

You were the goal of my daily walks,

well-beloved wood, in dull days of youth.

I had so many dreamed joys

to confide in you, such true pain to lament.

And again I seek you out, you dark refuge,

with your seas of treetops roaring powerfully -

now you speak! I let you have your word!

Silenced are my laments and jubilations. I wish to listen.