Rest, shade, and silence,
All in this place oblige me to confide
The secrets of my sorrows;
I feel relieved to tell my martyrdom here,
I tell it only to the forests;
But, at last, it is still telling it.
If one would speak and hold nothing back,
One is free in this solitary place,
One does not fear the indiscreet:
I feel relieved to tell my martyrdom here,
I tell it only to the forests;
But, at last, it is still telling it.
Michel Lambert
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