Here you will find the Poem Apostrophe to Nature of poet 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?
