How Can I Exchange The Peace?

How can I exchange the peace That feel I under these pines? How can I A more welcome coolness this coming September feel? Below, below The country falls The country falls to a vale still green From all the drunken dews of Spring Though vicious summer heat preserved. Below the peasant sings A song that to my ear comes In distant syllables Audible yet unrecognizable: And here and there A thin smoke pencil-like Arises from the cottages Sparkled in few among the green: Therefore how can I Exchange the peace under the pines Or a more welcome coolness feel This approaching September?