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No! it was no floweret,
'Twas my cherish'd one—
And he shone so brightly,
For with love he shone.Husička diwoká letěla z wysoka.
A wild goose from the heavens dismounting,
Drank the fresh water of our fountain.
Drank the fresh stream and left the troubled:[1]
My thoughts of love for thee were doubled.
My thoughts for thee—for thee, my lover!
All else I pass regardless over.
Fain would I wed—but they impede me;
And say—that love to want will lead me.
To want and woe—no bread—no baking—
No gathering hay—no harvest-making.
That want shall waste—and labor fag me—
And by my hair my husband-drag me,- ↑ The slavonians frequently employ imagery of this sort as an introduction to their poetry.
