An Anthology of Modern Bohemian Poetry/Peterswald
PETERSWALD
From Poremba, Dombrovsky Petr did fare,
Before him his little girl sped.
One rode forth from Peterswald; whoso stood there
Each moment bowed low his head.
Lo, the black steeds, hear the hoofs clatter hard,
Bright gleams the bridle of gold;
Half a pace forward, and God be thy guard,
Or the maid he will have in his hold.
Dombrovsky sprang to the maiden and paled,
In his arms he clasped her amain;
The master's whip deep on his countenance trailed:
Petr, why wilt thou take her again?
Away, for in Freistadt her lot would be woe,
Away, and be timid and shrinking!
A channel of blood in thy soul is aglow,
Dombrovsky, cease thou thy drinking.
An hour is approaching, as day, a great day,
By flames the horizon is riven;
Stop the steeds! From his carriage, deuce, drag him away!
Pay, Dombrovsky, what thou wert given!
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This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1929. The longest-living author of this work died in 1970, so this work is in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 53 years or less. This work may be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.
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