Karel Hynek Mácha,
May
(1932)
“ And toward the wretched one their sympathies go out. The throng with tear-filled eyes gazes upon the plain Where the captive, looking over nature's wide domain Humbled before his God—stands in a prayer devout. The risen sunshine's crimson streaks Color the captive's ashen cheeks, And from his far-fixed, saddened eyes, The falling tears, the sunshine dries. A blossoming dale he sees beneath, Encircled by a mountain's wreath, And by a wreath that the forests make . . . Peacefully sleeps the shining lake Amidst the calm that this beauty brings. ”
