Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882). Complete Poetical Works. 1893.
AppendixII. Unacknowledged and Uncollected Translations. To the Forest of Gastine
By Pierre de Ronsard
S
Gastine, thy solitudes,
Even as the Grecians in their verse
The Erymanthian woods.
From any future race
The pleasure, the delight, I feel
In thy green dwelling-place.
Dost make me visions see;
Thou who dost cause that at all hours
The Muses answer me;
Dost free me with a look,
When lost I roam I know not where
Conversing with a book!
The amorous brigade
Of Satyrs and of Sylvans bold,
That make the Nymphs afraid;
Their habitation claim,
And never may thy woods deplore
The sacrilegious flame.