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Rh  Grey evening! Woe without an end! My heart it stirred and bloodily did rend, And in my eyes the tear-drops welled.

"" (1901).

 Karel Dostál-Lutinov (b. 1871).

The swans, white as snow,
 * Have soared up on high;

They have gleamed, they have vanished
 * Awhile in the sky.

To the end of the earth
 * The swans have soared fleetly;

They have sung and grown silent,
 * Tenderly, sweetly!

They have sung as the sound
 * Of an organ that plays,

As when to Maria
 * The angels sing praise.

The swans have grown silent
 * At the end of the world,

As if my young years
 * Their wings had unfurled.

"" (1902). 