“Over the Vltava” Jaroslav Vrchlický, Czech Republic (1853-1912)

A bridge of whispers, stone, and sky,

Beneath it flows the years gone by.

The river speaks in riddled song—

Of lovers lost and dreams grown long.

From A Poem A Day: All Continental Europe

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