Friday, 30 April 2010

Weaves her a shroud

' Good night , my gentle magician
hear your nymph as she sobs aloud.
Hear her weep in her dejection,
as the night weaves her a shroud.

Good night my golden-haired maiden.
Good night and may you sweetly sleep,
and wake you wake my ladylove,
for ever and aye your secret keep.'

Vítězslav Nezval

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