伊万杰琳
THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Standlike Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar,with beards that rest on their bosoms. Loud from its rocky caverns, thedeep-voiced neighboring ocean Speaks, and in accents disconsolateanswers the wail of the forest.
THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Standlike Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar,with beards that rest on their bosoms. Loud from its rocky caverns, thedeep-voiced neighboring ocean Speaks, and in accents disconsolateanswers the wail of the forest.