An Anthology of Modern Bohemian Poetry/Yearning in Early Spring
Karel Červinka (b 1872).
YEARNING IN EARLY SPRING
After long years sweet feeling came to me,
Thy locks I fondled tenderly;
O little child, I took thee to my breast,
And lulled thee peacefully to rest.
Eve, eve already to the room draws nigh,
The white mists o'er the housetops lie;
The waning, waning day is softly quenched,
The bells their music in the mist have drenched.
Thou sleepest, child. I stood afar,
Gently, that I thy slumber might not mar,
Went to the easement, silent gloom beheld.
Grey evening! Woe without an end!
My heart it stirred and bloodily did rend,
And in my eyes the tear-drops welled.
"The Sun in the Mists" (1901).