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Fraicheur

In the night a storm raged, but at sunrise is pacified;
The sky is all clear, the wide plains are verdurous.

Overhead veers a seagull, with hoarse and wild cries;—
Storm-driven seagull, return to your ocean,

See how still now it smiles beside the snow mountains,
How still it sparkles in the unleashed sunshine.

In my bushes chirp busily bright little land-birds;
The burrowing worms are happy in the moist soil.