Karel Hynek Mácha,
May
(1932)
“ Just as their very names, as battles of ancient hordes, Just as the northern light, whose dead flame shines no more, Tones of an age-warped harp, sounds of its shattered chords, Events of by-gone days, the light of a lifeless star, Feelings of one you loved, a wanderer's path so far, A grave long since forgot, eternities' old scar, A smold'ring fire's smoke, sounds of metallic chimes, These are the echoes now of the dead man's childhood times. 'tis late at eve—second of May A night in May—'tis time for love A love lure sings the turtle-dove. "William! William! William!" ”
