Evening Songs (1920)/2

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Vítězslav Hálek3152054Evening Songs1919Josef Štýbr

II

I am the knight from the old tale
Who proudly to the far world rode
To see the lass who’s like a rose
And to discover her abode.

Who would behold her—said her fame—
Would by a ban at once be struck;
His heart would be rent from his breast,
Or he would change to be a rock.

Thought I to myself, possibly
For clemency there might be room.
I ventured out and for my sin—
Became a bard by rigid doom.