Warm, rich lowlands, the marigold,
and light casting light in the meadow.
With silver calmness the birch shakes
a little wind and the sky sways.
Comes the wasp, comes, sniffs, growls,
like a bear, and flies at the flower;
the wild rose, afire with anger, bows—
red, but still slender is this summer.
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