Adam Asnyk

“ The soul of man expands within the new.
And God still bigger grows!
Although you may the flowers of myths remove,
Although you may the fabulous dark disperse,
And tear the mist of fancy from above;
There’ll be no shortage of new things to love,
Farther in the universe. ”

“ To veil my eyes and gently bar the light,
So I may fall asleep and by a touch
Of an angel’s cheek be carried to the sky.
One heart, one heart, so little though need I,
I see and know that I demand too much. ”

“ In shadow sleep, with mist o'erspread,
⁠With sheets of rain-storm rent.
And day and night and dawn once more
⁠Unchanging will draw nigh,
To swelling waters as they roar,
⁠To leaden streaks of sky.
⁠The rain-storms lash, the tempest shrieks,
⁠The flood in wrath rings clearer.
⁠On Tatra's peaks, on Tatra's peaks
⁠The torrent thunders nearer.
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