When sorrow round thy heart is stealing,
Deep pain that will not be gainsaid,
Seek not in haunts of men for healing,
But to the forest turn for aid.
For rocks and trees too have their token,
Their tale of pain's relentless stroke,
Lightning and storm have cleft and broken
Proud crest of rock and heart of oak.
They have no words of hope and gladness,
Like man to cheer and heal griefs smart,
Yet shall each echo voice thy sadness,
And dying linger in thy heart.
Ludwig August Frankl von Hochwart (1810 – 1894) Austria
Translated by Lois Saunders
Source: Strangers and Foreigners being translations from the French, Italian, German and Middle High German : done into English verse, Lois Saunders, Elkin Mathews, 1912
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