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MODERN BOHEMIAN POETRY
Like a fanatic I my head have bent
Upon thy lap, distraught with love's wild dole,
For thee, my yearning, thee, my deity!
"The Singing Swans" (1891).
Karel Babánek (b. 1872).
I GO, NOR KNOW WHITHER
I go, nor know whither, and o’er the world stray,
And I know not the place where my footsteps I stay.
I go like a leaf, from its resting-place torn,
That afar on the tempest of autumn is borne.
I go, nor know whither, no comrade have I,
But I ask not the way, without heaving a sigh.
I, vagabond, king, o’er the world wander free,
In the train of my yearning I ever shall flee.
In the train of my yearning, each day as it goes,
Till slumber eternal shall bring me repose.
"Songs of a Vagabond" (1902).
