Williams, Pastoral, 1833
How glad I am to be able to roam in wood and thicket, among
the trees and flowers and rocks. No one can love the country as I do. For
surely woods, trees and rocks produce the echo that man desires to hear. In the
country every tree seems to speak to me, saying, ‘Holy! Holy!’ In the woods
there is enchantment, which expresses all things!
Ludwig van Beethoven
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