MODERN BOHEMIAN POETRY
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Jan z Wojkowicz (b. 1880).
FRAGMENT
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And what of all remained to me,
When back from Eden I returned?
Dreams of princesses in satin array,
For princes that tenderly are gleaming;
For princes that dreamy litheness display,
And like to love with passion are teeming.
Dreams of princesses in satin array,
In a bower where scents of roses flow,
And they crave to wander away, ah, away,
Golden-clad on a horse to go.
"Poems" (1900).
Julius Zeyer (1841—1901).
IN SPRING
In the grove sings the throstle,
O golden strain,
Full of longing and tenderness,
Full of sweet pain!
How the meadow is smiling,
And the green-covered leas;
What secrets they capture
From the whispering breeze!
