Anthology of Modern Slavonic Literature in Prose and Verse/To Czech Poetry
6. TO CZECH POETRY.
Once not a hair of yours durst slip aside;
Staidly attired, you let no tress be shown;
But then you loosed your locks, and far and wide,
Like birch-boughs in the breezes they were blown,
Dishevelled thus,—but there is naught to chide;
My ample love for you has never flown,
Whether your hair be trammelled or untied,—
If but the locks you show us are your own.