Invocation

Poem by François-René De Chateaubriand Collection Nature PaintingsThemes NaturePeriod 18th century

I would celebrate in artless verse
The plants, their loves, their unknown leanings,
The humble moss clinging to the vaults of fountains,
The grass that with a carpet covers the green plains,
On these exalted mountains the precious cedar
That perfumes the air, and draws near the skies
To offer its incense to the God of nature,
The reed that quivers at the edge of a pure wave,
The aspen with gentle speech, whose fresh foliage
Fills the ancient forests with light sounds,
And the pine that, growing on wild shores,
Seems the plaintive echo of the seas and storms:
Innocent nature and its touching scenes,
As to my love, will have a share in my songs.

Chateaubriand

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