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MODERN BOHEMIAN POETRY
Fr. S. Procházka (b. 1861).
BLADE OF GRASS
Blade of grass so verdant,
Growing o'er my mound,
I see thee rising higher
Than the rising ground.
From the ground a blossom
Nods its head to me;
O'er me a finch is singing
In the alder-tree.
The stone doth not oppress me,
Underneath earth's breast;
So tenderly and gently
By me it doth rest.
And a maiden cometh,
And she droops her head ;
A tearlet, pearly-gleaming,
In memory she doth shed.
"Latest Poems" (1901).
