An Anthology of Modern Bohemian Poetry/Upon the Waves
Josef Holý (b. 1874).
UPON THE WAVES
Upon the waves I was lulled to rest;
To the silvery willow-trees I confessed.
The wavelets whisper, the willows are singing,
With ditties and wistful voices ringing.
The bright heavens o'er me wide open are lying,
The stars in a secret language are sighing.
Memories mock me; by sleep awhile stilled,
My heart with a winsome longing is thrilled.
Little child, full of grace, thy favour bestow,
On a peaceful stream we together shall flow.