Antonín Sova

“ The soul with memories graven upon it will pour forth into the grass
Such a bounty of lyrical balm in a resinous trickling,
And will steep its lofty and darksome branches in autumnal sunshine,
Its slender stem will range duskward in vanishing clouds,
All in a single moment, upon the twilit pathway
And at the sunset hour, which so wrings the hapless heart ...
“Once again shall we return” (1900) .
This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1928. ”

“ Until into our hearts the same Tempest had wafted unending snowdrifts.
We heard not Yule-tide chimes, nor herdsmen's ditties,
Nor knew that He had been born who might redeem us ...
We found us again in a single yearning: to grow dead one to another,
Unending snowdrifts in our souls and unending night-times,
To clasp hands with final embrace of those long ago sundered
And never to hearken again to brutes of passion that panted within us. ”

“ The flight of sluggish moths ... To thee appear
Gleams as from waters, with a radiant leap.
And by thy head there stands a calm unknown.
Thou feel'st 'tis wondrous with the dead to sleep,
For Earth has cradle-ditties of her own! ”