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Rh Eliška Krásnohorská (b. 1847).

This wide domain is like a flower
 * That budded in the morning light,

And far away, the azure peaks
 * Above like dewy breath of night.

So beaming are the fields around,
 * Like a sweet wreath of days of bliss,

And far away, the azure peaks—
 * A myrtle spray of memories, this.

The ruddy light upon the meads,
 * Like to a kiss bestowed at meeting,

And far away, the azure peaks,
 * Like an embrace in farewell greeting.

 

O clouds, ye boisterous flock of birds,
 * Where fly ye at such stormy pace,

That scarce your shadows can be seen,
 * Clasping the mend in dim embrace?

And that my spirit fathoms not
 * Wherefore ye to the mountains hie,

Nor what doth speed you in its train
 * To foreign climes that yonder lie.

