Night softly sang, murmur of early grass and springtide rains
Mingled its music with melancholy of her strains;
On high the stars, radiant calyces unbounded.
Breathed heavy scent of herbage unknown to earthly soil,
And my brethren’s hands, crossed as in death upon their breast,
Lay in stillness and delusion like unto a stone oppressed,
Smitten with toil.
But their spirit-hands to reach unto the stars were braced,
Myriad souls upon the earth and in all worlds they enlaced
And a long sigh of joyous awakenings,
A deathless town’s solemn throes,
Rustling of spirit-wings, winds at play in mystical seedling-ground,
Unseen orchestras’ intoning sound,
Moving in tune with their secret gesture arose.
(Otokar Brezina)
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