Jan Neruda

“ There is no struggle that your thunder does not feed,
No martyred hero known through whom you did not bleed.
There is no longing thought in which it does not breathe,
No love, no passion known wherein it does not seethe. ”

“ World! Master Poet! What meaning holds your Hymn?
All that within it dies, immortally lives on?
There is no beauty known that does not bloom in you,
There is no morn yet born that shines not in your dew. ”