An Anthology of Modern Bohemian Poetry/Eclogue
ECLOGUE
The air is steeped in scent of berries, and 'tis crystal-clear around,
How the moss is palpitating underneath thy tread!
And from the rushes strains like unto melodies of flutes resound,
A gleaming rain of blossoms from the hawthorn bush is shed.
Thou askest—joylul tears within thine eye,
"Why is this, O why?"
On high
The bird speaks, at thy foot the blossom of the field,
"Only thus can all Spring's wonders be revealed."
Thy breath is sweet with scent of berries, crystal-clear thine eye is gleaming,
How thy bosom 'neath the pressure of my hand doth thrill!
From my heart the fervour-laden strains of melody come streaming,
Even as from a craggy rock there pours a pearly rill.
Thou askest—tender tears within thine eye,
"Why is this—O why?"
On high
The bird speaks, at thy foot the blossom of the field,
"Only thus can all Love's wonders be revealed."
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This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1929. The longest-living author of this work died in 1970, so this work is in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 53 years or less. This work may be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.
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