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Jan Svatopluk Machar (b. 1864).




'Twas in the moment when the sun is low,
Sinking to slumber in the evening gloom,
The time of roses, songs and souls aglow,
Our love began to bloom.

Now fly the winds with shrill and piercing din,
The song is over and the roses fade,—
My heart in summer was a nest, wherein
A bird of passage strayed.


"Third Book of Lyrics" (1866—1889).