An Anthology of Czechoslovak Literature/Alder-Trees

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ANTONÍN SOVA

(1864–1928)

Alder-Trees

YE alder-trees, to me how dear,
At eve, with fragrant coolness near,
When o’er the water bent alone,
Your shadow here and there was thrown.

Somewhere the fishers’ voices trailing,
Within the depths of night are quailing;
The mill-sails, as they rustle low,
Have stirred within me old-time woe.

Among the reeds a snipe, black speck,
The pond with ripples did bedeck;
And likewise in my soul, meseems,
Has strayed the bird of golden dreams.
From My Country (1893)

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This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1930.

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 54 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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