Josef Svatopluk Machar,
The Soul Of A Century
(1943)
“ For other flowers shines, by others is beloved. Yes, it was I, who could have found their errors For I knew best, they did not understand. But none would stop to hear a slave’s complaining And why should they? . . . Your early burning kisses Fell fresh upon my unaccustomed lips While your heart-beats blend with my own frightened beating, Both hearts astir with love’s first flaming passion. ”
