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Rh Josef Holý (b. 1874).

Upon the waves I was lulled to rest; To the silvery willow-trees I confessed.

The wavelets whisper, the willows are singing, With ditties and wistful voices ringing.

The bright heavens o'er me wide open are lying, The stars in a secret language are sighing.

Memories mock me; by sleep awhile stilled, My heart with a winsome longing is thrilled.

Little child, full of grace, thy favour bestow, On a peaceful stream we together shall flow.

(1905).

 

From the world beyond, the faith I cherish,
 * My heart sings an eternal strain;

Nevermore my love shall perish,
 * Nevermore my fire shall wane.

