Jaroslav Vrchlický, translated by Paul Selver, An Anthology of Modern Bohemian Poetry (1912)
“ Where flow'st thou now? Cast into the song your gaze, for there a mighty grave-yard lies, 'Neath whose surface all the bodies of the gods by man are pent, There weeps he now! "Music in the Soul" (1886) . ”
Jaroslav Vrchlický, translated by Paul Selver, An Anthology of Modern Bohemian Poetry (1912)
“ O'er night he has come, in a mist-garment shrouded, The hues he has softened, the sheen he has clouded, 'Neath his breath o'er the trees gold and purple have sped, And the leaves, that are dying, Are rustling and sighing. ”
Jaroslav Vrchlický, translated by Paul Selver, An Anthology of Modern Bohemian Poetry (1912)
“ And all the wood is fresh with pearls; The stream that down the slope its waters hurls With chatter and with mirth is teeming. Hark to the waves how in their savage strife, They wake the echoes in the rocks to life. ”
