Arany János - Győrei Zsolt (szerk.): The trill of the nightingale (Budapest, 2019)

V - „'Tis enough if it shines for me” - Beneath the Oaks (Thomas Cooper)

Beneath the Oaks

Beneath the oaks,

I like to rest,

Where light and shade Play on the leas,

Far from the din Of city streets,

Where streaks of sky

Shine through the trees.

Beneath the oaks

I shed the weight of years and am A child again,

Like when I climbed The slender trunk, Where starling sings

And raucous wren.

Beneath the oaks

With boyhood friends We’d light a blaze

To warm the dell.

And roast a quail Upon the spit And trundle home

When darkness fell.

Beneath the oaks I loved to he,

And leave the birds To their refrains.

A child, I let

My fancy fly To distant shores

And sunlit plains.