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Sonnet 133.
Znáš li krag ten ony ráge wěcné.
Know'st thou the land of paradise above,
The home of beauty and the seat of mind—
Where virtue is the minister of love—
Love; beauty, virtue, intellect enshrin'd,
All-influential: where the breezes blow
Odorous and mild; and nightingales from bowers
Of myrtles sing unceasing—palm trees grow,
O'ershading to protect the sunny flowers.
Know’st thou the land where neither night not heat
Blacken or blast—no thorns the roses bear,
And pure desires their swift fruition meet:—
Time's stream rolls on untroubled at time's feet;
Wife—sister—each, as other, pure and dear—
O mine for lasting ages! Thou art there.