An Anthology of Modern Bohemian Poetry/And far away, the azure peaks
Eliška Krásnohorská (b. 1847).
AND FAR AWAY, THE AZURE PEAKS
This wide domain is like a flower
That budded in the morning light,
And far away, the azure peaks
Above like dewy breath of night.
So beaming are the fields around,
Like a sweet wreath of days of bliss,
And far away, the azure peaks—
A myrtle spray of memories, this.
The ruddy light upon the meads,
Like to a kiss bestowed at meeting,
And far away, the azure peaks,
Like an embrace in farewell greeting.