De Hominis Dignitate - Riverside Over The Hedge

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On the banks of the river over the hedge,
was once a sad figure.
Bruna river, like a shadow,
contemplating the stars most sublime,
contemplating the distant hills.

On the banks of the river over the hedge,
was once a sad figure.
Dark river, like a shadow,
contemplating the appearance of the moon
contemplating the guise of night.

On the banks of the river over the hedge,
was once a sad figure.
Spill on the river, like a shadow,
contemplating the reflection of the woods,
contemplating the scene the evening.

Oh, shade of winter, oh sad figure,
the rest of the snow was perpetual.
Oh shade of winter, oh sad figure,
ever since the heat was missing.

Oh shade of winter, oh sad figure,
the breathing of the air so uneasy.
Oh shade of winter, oh sad figure,
Never was there a rest or stationary air.

Oh shade of winter, oh sad figure,
the gurgling of the river was silent.
Oh shade of winter, oh sad figure,
never cold in winter, the crystal exhibited.

Oh shade of winter, oh sad figure,
jeremiads of the crows were the only voice.
Oh shade of winter, oh sad figure,
reserve that was never made them taciturn.

Oh shade of winter, oh sad figure,
elegiac all was the grim landscape.
Oh shade of winter, oh sad figure,
never saw torch alter the appearance.

On the banks of the river over the hedge,
was once a sad figure.
Plumbea on the river, like a shadow,
For years he remained sitting on the shore
for years it was, sitting on the coast.

On the banks of the river over the hedge,
was once a sad figure.
Mist on the river, like a shadow,
staying for years stood in silence,
existed for years lived in oblivion.

Oh, shade of winter, oh sad figure,
How long stesti on the shore.
Oh shade of winter, oh sad figure,
boundary between the crows, the woods and the moon.

Oh, shade of winter, oh sad figure,
because it was time to which guadasti that river?
Oh shade of winter, oh sad figure,
that day fur 'waves and waves and breakers.

Oh, shade of winter, oh sad figure,
ever you came to the riverbank.
Oh shade of winter, oh sad figure,
never did you see the shore of that river.

Oh, shade of winter, oh sad figure,
you did not know the bank which bore wound.
Oh shade of winter, oh sad figure,
did not feel how hard you toiled detachment.

Oh, shade of winter, oh sad figure,
As dolsero poplars loneliness.
Oh shade of winter, oh sad figure,
As the willows wept affliction

Oh, shade of winter, oh sad figure,
it disliked the crows, and the flint, and the woods.
Oh shade of winter, oh sad figure,
will degrade the logs, the tall grass, and the moon.

On the banks of the river over the hedge,
no longer is a sad figure.
Dark river, like a shadow,
lived for years sitting on the shore
For years he stood there are over the evening.

On the banks of the river over the hedge,
is now only an ominous grave.
Eternal River, where a shadow
pausing once lived in darkness
once existed peering into the darkness.

On the banks of the river over the hedge,
Black is now only a grave.
Grave on the river, where a shadow
day went out aiming for the stars,
day he died, silenced by the River.