Vítězslav Hálek, The Soul Of A Century — In nature (1943)
“ IN NATURE I am no more than yonder rose bud, No more than a summer’s nightingale; When spring departs, my leaves will wither, My songs will pass with the Autumn gale. But as the nightingale rejoices, And as the scented rose-bud blooms, Thus too my soul waits for its hour And all it holds, resounds and booms. ”
