Victor Marie Hugo

(26 February 1802 – 22 May 1885 / Besancon / France)

Apostrophe To Nature

Poem by Victor Marie Hugo

O Sun! bright face aye undefiled;
O flowers i' the valley blooming wild;
Caverns, dim haunt of Solitude;
Perfume whereby one's step's beguiled
Deep, deep into the sombre wood;

O Sacred mounts that heavenward climb,
White as a temple-front, sublime;
Old oaks that centuries' might inherit
(Somewhat whereof I feel, what time
'Neath you I stand, endues my spirit);

O virgin forest, crystal spring,
Lake where no storm for long can fling
Darkness, clear heaven-reflecting face,—
Pure soul of Nature unslumbering,
What think you of this bandit base?


Comments about Apostrophe To Nature by Victor Marie Hugo

  • Geeta Radhakrishna MenonGeeta Radhakrishna Menon (10/5/2017 11:57:00 AM)

    A pure poem penned by pure soul.(Report)Reply

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  • Margaret O DriscollMargaret O Driscoll (2/8/2016 4:57:00 AM)

    'Pure soul of nature', wonderful piece(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 3, 2010