Summer hides its country lanes under canopies of green,
Where I can walk in solitude, and only by them seeming seen.
Made secret now my favourite walks, and thought filled verdant places,
Transformed those wide-sky full exposed and open winter spaces.

Hiding here along with me, my companions of the season,
Which bring such joy, their song relaxed, now passed the primal reason.
The hedgerows shiver with labyrinth life; hidden world yet further hidden,
And a hefty sense of happiness here consumes me quite unbidden.