Summer by Friedrich Holderlin
Summer
Still the time of year is here to see, and fields
Of summer stand in lovely glow and mildness,
The green of fields is gloriously laid out,
To where the brook glides down with little waves.
So strolls the day outside through hills and valleys
Unstoppable, and with its fiery beams,
And clouds stroll peacefully in high-up spaces;
The year seems self-restraining in its glory.
March 9, 1940 Your humble servant, Scardanelli
Friedrich, Holderlin, 1770-1843, German, tr. I. M.