Stanislav Karel Neumann (b. 1875).
WHEN YEARS HAVE PASSED SHALL I
STILL BEWAIL THEE
Young and of subtle charm thou wert slain
By worthy fathers
Weary of virtuous spouses,
And their sons
Taking their fill of the world.
In the white passage of the lazar-house
Vanished thy body;
None clamoured: "Murderers!"
'Mid their tranquil enjoyment.
When years have passed shall I still bewail thee!
Thou hadst a lustrous eye, and tresses of dusky azure,
And blood that in part was derived from barbarian Huns.
When years have passed shall I still bewail thee!
But not because it was here denied thee
To find the hearth of some fat-paunched boor,
That thou might'st bear to him children, laughing, thriving.
Rather abiding longer within this haunt of the devil would I behold thee,
Avenging thyself, yea, direly avenging thyself,
With the venom of thine embrace avenging thyself,
