Ah, Ash-tree! So you are awake?

I thought you were dead,

cut down while you slept

by winter's severity...

Quickly don your lacy skirt:

You've been struck by apathy.

May is perhaps asking itself,

What happened to its Queen?

Some time ago the beeches

heard from the birds

that springtime had arrived,

and they adorn themselves

and they all dress themselves

in their green skirts of satin

for the reception....

Ash-tree! Lazy one!

Or are you awaiting summer?

As you wish my lovely...


Nevez-Amzer (Bretonse dichteres)


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