Evening Songs (1920)/13

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Vítězslav Hálek3152252Evening Songs1919Josef Štýbr

XIII

Thou art still but a youthful bud
Just into the world looming,
And yet upon Thy cheek appears
A beautiful rose blooming.

And it is such a dainty rose
And such a fragrant blossom
That soon a fire burns in the soul
And yearning in the bosom.