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The earth has blossomed, and for and near
 * A languid mood o'er the land has spread;

On the heath, a radiance golden-clear
 * Mingled with rain of heaven is shed.

The blossoming fields in the distance are gleaming,
 * A waggon has passed. The acacia scent

From somewhere is waited. A bird pipes a-dreaming.
 * The air is athrob, with the sun's heat blent.

The chirping of crickets is home along; A hut on the hill-side. The buzzing bees throng
 * Into the clover and white camomile.

And thou art happy—thou seemest to see How a woman is held in embrace by thee,
 * And thou lovest and lovest and lovest the while.

"" (1905).

 Jan Svatopluk Machar (b. 1864).

'Twas in the moment when the sun is low, Sinking to slumber in the evening gloom, The time of roses, songs and souls aglow, Our love began to bloom. 