Adolf Heyduk

“ As we sped ’cross plain and mountain crest,
Flying like an eagle, swift, unhampered,
Speeding with no word nor look nor rest.
Well known regions . . . You know where we hastened?
Toward my native land we turned our flight,
But what more I saw in my wild dreaming
My remorseful heart cannot recite.
For we left behind our wildest rider,
Only three of us kept up the pace,
You and I and Sorrow, Signorina . . .
Love was lost in fate’s deceitful race.
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