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108 Karel Šelepa (b. 1885).

Lo, a sonata is a flower enchanted,
 * That from a silver vase in Heaven blooms,

In azure nights, amid deep slumber planted,
 * When to the sky an opening easement looms.

A prelude is the mystic music played,
 * By angels 'mid the trees when dusk is nigh,

To those who girt by life and gloom have strayed,
 * To those, who in the even homewards hie.

Andante is the sweetness of returning
 * To the dim home, by apple-trees o'erspread;

My mother in her resting-place; soft yearning
 * From her dead lips and from her brow is shed.

"" (1905).

 Jos. Václ. Sládek (b. 1845).

Ah, he who forgets,
 * His love has but slighted;

In vain by his heart
 * His troth has been plighted.

