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MODERN BOHEMIAN POETRY
Irma Geisslová (b. 1855).
SONG
Lark, in the glow of eve,
Reddening like gleaming ore,
When thus I hear thy voice,
Fain I my notes would pour.
Happy thy lot! In space
Like quivering dust to fade,
But with thy tuneful throat
All regions to pervade.
Vítěslav Hálek (1835—1874).
SONGS OF EVENING
(1859)
II.
Springtime is waited from afar,
With longing all is teeming;
And all is pressing to the sun,
That long has been a-dreaming.
From out its nest the finch, and from
The hut the children speed;
The many-coloured blossoms waft
Sweet fragrance on the mead.
