Eliška Krásnohorská

“ The moonlight is drawing him—dizzy the height—
Life’s burden has passed from him into the night
“Stop lover! One step and death stands in your way!”
Where he stood, falls undimmed the moonlight’s ray. ”

“ To your lover say farewell.
To the only one you love—
He who in your heart doth dwell.
Drafted in the warrior band,
Far away he’ll have to serve.
May be, in the living land,
You will see his face no more. ”

“ With the whirlwind I’ll fly out of his way!
Terrible is it to live in his sight.
Awful to meet him, no love in my heart—
Saddle! Let me hide myself from his might!
With whirlwind and foxes ’tis easier to fight. ”