An Anthology of Modern Bohemian Poetry/The Cloister Garden
Ant. Klášterský (b. 1866).
THE CLOISTER GARDEN
O'er Prague the setting sun lies low,
Darker the cloister garden doth grow.
Darker and darker beneath our gaze;
The nuns still wander along its ways.
The bell has chimed and chillness is spread,
Thro' the gloomy gate has the last one sped.
The desolate garden, O child, behold,
To the song of the crickets the gloom doth enfold.
But what is the burthen of the refrain,
That the trees now whisper with secret strain?
As if in their branches that sway on high,
There had seized upon them a peaceful sigh.
And their song in the stillness dies sadly away,
Didst thou understand it, my child, O say?
Thou didst understand it, yea, well I know,
Thou dost kiss me with lips now in passion aglow.
"New Songs" (1901).