An Anthology of Modern Bohemian Poetry/Spring Song (Kvapil)
František Kvapil (b. 1855).
Love 'mid the flowers is softly singing,
And greeting bringing;
Its golden threads the sun doth shake,
Awake, my beauteous child, awake,
To slumber clinging!
The golden bees 'mid clover fly,
Full of play and mirth to-day,
A wondrous thing, this morn of May
Has risen on high.
And dost thou in this hour of gladness
Gaze with such sadness?
Spring-tide o'er the earth is pouring,
Like to the lark thou shouldst be soaring
In rapturous madness.
Forget the thoughts that bring thee pain,
Into thy soul fresh weal is bringing,
Love 'mid the flowers is softly singing
Its deathless strain.
"When the Poppies Bloomed"