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MODERN BOHEMIAN POETRY
75
That these buds by springtime borne
A bridal robe would fain adorn.
That this ivy forms a crown,
Upon thy head to thy renown.
That bedecked with charms untold,
Thee for evermore I hold.
Adolf Heyduk (b. 1835).
FROM "NEW GYPSY MELODIES"
(1897)
Hostess, a cup of wine, I pray,
From Debreczin I took my way;
By distant foot-paths I did fare,—
Lo, these fetters that I bear!
Our masters gave to me these bands,
They fettered last my feet and hands;
That, when gleamed the star of morn,
I to the gallows might be borne.
Weakly were the fetters wrought,
By my strength asunder brought;
Why should such fetters be my plight,
For scanty bread and scanty right?
