Nature
It seemed to me—Grief had grown old
Translated by Joseph Štýbr (1920) · From Evening Songs (Večerní písně), trans. Štýbr (1920)
It seemed to me—Grief had grown old,
Soon would come its last countin’,
And tears—so many had been shed
That dry must be their fountain.
Then suddenly I thought of Thee,
And soon my whole soul shivered,
And as though I should lose Thee soon
An echo in it quivered.
And mine eyes promptly filled with tears,
My joy to grief is bending,
And I am finding out with pain
That tears shall have no ending.
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Hálek, Vítězslav. “It seemed to me—Grief had grown old.” Translated by Joseph Štýbr. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/halek/38/.
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Hálek, Vítězslav. “It seemed to me—Grief had grown old.” Translated by Joseph Štýbr. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/halek/38/.
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