Anthology of Modern Slavonic Literature in Prose and Verse/Eclogue VII
1. ECLOGUE VII.
How can there be a heart by hope unthrilled?
Hark to the sound
Of black-birds; nests around
With mighty drops of dew are filled.
The forest-lovers in calm, rock-strewn ways
How joyously were beaming!
Was knit by doves amid their smiling lays.
Quoth they: "Who can us here behold?"
The sun, and quivering shed
Upon their clinging lips his gold.
"Who knows of all the vows that we have uttered?"
Then from a flower drew nigh
And 'mid their hair entangled fluttered.
Who would of sun, of butterfly beware?
Beneath each darkening tree
A very idyll they prepare.
"Eclogues and Songs" (1880).