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70 Irma Geisslová (b. 1855).

Lark, in the glow of eve,
 * Reddening like gleaming ore,

When thus I hear thy voice,
 * Fain I my notes would pour.

Happy thy lot! In space
 * Like quivering dust to fade,

But with thy tuneful throat
 * All regions to pervade.

 Vítěslav Hálek (1835—1874).

Springtime is waited from afar,
 * With longing all is teeming;

And all is pressing to the sun,
 * That long has been a-dreaming.

From out its nest the finch, and from
 * The hut the children speed;

The many-coloured blossoms waft
 * Sweet fragrance on the mead.

