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Forget the thoughts that bring thee pain,
⁠Joy amain
Into thy soul fresh weal is bringing,
Love 'mid the flowers is softly singing
⁠Its deathless strain.

 

"When the Poppies Bloomed"
(1905).⁠

 

Jiří Karásek ze Lvovic (b. 1871).

 

TUBEROSES

 

In the faint tuberose fragrances, oblivion sending
On the last night, that never gazes on a morn,
My soul departs in sleep, to which there is no ending,
As if by heat of angels' wings to rest 'twere borne.

In the faint tuberose fragrances, oblivion sending,
My hopes, my longings, unfulfilled to rest are laid,
And like a shadow, like a dream undreamed are wending
After my spirit's shade.

 

"Conversations with Death" (1905).