Anthology of Modern Slavonic Literature in Prose and Verse/On the Lonely Road
2. ON THE LONELY ROAD.
On my spirit's chords thy fingers
Thou, O tempest, lay.
The dream that 'mid deep water lingers,
'Mid bright dawning, play.
Play the strains from pasture streaming,
From the drowsy pines;
Play what in misty chasm dreaming
Round the rainbow twines.
What most calm, most hid, is vanished
To some secret lair,
Tempest, what is farthest banished,
To my spirit bear.