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Rh  Forget the thoughts that bring thee pain, Joy amain Into thy soul fresh weal is bringing, Love 'mid the flowers is softly singing Its deathless strain.

"" (1905).

 Jiří Karásek ze Lvovic (b. 1871).

In the faint tuberose fragrances, oblivion sending
 * On the last night, that never gazes on a morn,

My soul departs in sleep, to which there is no ending,
 * As if by heat of angels' wings to rest 'twere borne.

In the faint tuberose fragrances, oblivion sending,
 * My hopes, my longings, unfulfilled to rest are laid,

And like a shadow, like a dream undreamed are wending
 * After my spirit's shade.

"" (1905). 