Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Switzerland and Austria: Vol. XVI. 1876–79.
The River Moldava
By James Gates Percival (1795–1856)(From Slavonia)
B
She has crowned her hat with summer flowers;
Fresh and dewy as the fabled Hours,
There she trips along, with blossoms laden.
Like the evening songster’s, soft and clear!
In her happy eye a sparkling tear;
She a simple Cheskian lay is singing.
In the peasant’s heart, when all is gone,
King and state, his language left alone,
Blooming still, as over graves the rose.
From his bosom pours the stream of song,
Full, in artless melody, along.