bear off my yearning soul to roam

(...) Meanwhile, bear off my yearning soul to roam

Those little wooded hills, those fields beside

The azure Niemen, spreading green and wide,

The vari-painted cornfields like a quilt,

The silver of the rye, the wheatfields' gilt ;

Where amber trefoil, buck-wheat white as snow,

And clover with her maiden blushes grow,

And all is girdled with a grassy band

Of green, whereon the silent pear trees stand.(...)

 

Adam Mickiewicz, "Pan Tadeusz", translated by Kenneth Mackenzie

 

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