A Picture from the Fortress Wall

It is autumn; we stand on the fortress wall and look out over the sea; we look at the numerous ships, and at the Swedish coast on the other side of the Sound, which rises far above the mirror of waters in the evening glow; behind us the wood stands sharply out; mighty trees surround us, the yellow leaves flutter down from the branches; below at the foot of the wall stands gloomy houses fenced in with palisades;