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28  Like a fanatic I my head have bent Upon thy lap, distraught with love's wild dole, For thee, my yearning, thee, my deity!

"" (1891).

 Karel Babánek (b. 1872).

I go, nor know whither, and o’er the world stray, And I know not the place where my footsteps I stay.

I go like a leaf, from its resting-place torn, That afar on the tempest of autumn is borne.

I go, nor know whither, no comrade have I, But I ask not the way, without heaving a sigh.

I, vagabond, king, o’er the world wander free, In the train of my yearning I ever shall flee.

In the train of my yearning, each day as it goes, Till slumber eternal shall bring me repose.

"" (1902). 