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MODERN BOHEMIAN POETRY
And the lark in the tempest
Its song is flinging,
As o'er a dark forest
A star were singing.
Lo the sun and the spring-tide,
Lo verdant May;
Once again 'tis returning,
With its dreamy lay.
O spring-tide, O May-tide,
O the sounds that take flight;
How the earth has grown youthful,
And the air full of might!
On all sides what brightness,
And around me what gladness;
But grief in my bosom,
And sorrow and sadness.
My love that is loveless,
Is bleeding in anguish;
Ne'er returneth my May-tide,
In the grave it doth languish.
"New Songs" (1907).
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