Karel Hynek Mácha,
The Soul Of A Century
(1943)
“ A smold'ring fire’s smoke, sounds of metallic chimes, These are the echoed dreams of the man’s childhood times. Within the cool dale’s darkened lap, Where aged oak trees form a gap, A grieving chorus sits around; All wrapped within their cloaks of white. They are the comrades of the night. Each gazes ahead at the dark, still ground. ”
