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 Otakar Auředníček (b. 1868).

I would before thy bosom's shrine sink low, Quaff from thy mouth the cup of blissful wine, Bear to my lips thine offering divine; Thine eyes are as my lamp's eternal glow.

Amid thy beauty's temple I would fare, The incense fragrance 'mid thy breath abides; Like night, that all in starry splendour hides, Let fall on me thy dark, luxuriant hair.

Thy body where in passion I lament, That shields the mighty godhead of thy soul, A temple, marble, white, doth seem to me. 