Leda.
Among the dark groves, under the shadow of fragrant lindens,
In high fields, where the common pearls
Swelled the waters of the silvery foam,
Wavering in the gentle breeze,
Cover beauty shy,
Casually thrown, lying on the shore,
And the charm of its flow a wave of playful
Irrigated with fun.
A resident of groves hurried,
Be humble, o stream!
Quiet, the streams are talkative!
Change fear it!
