The Prague Knight

Pale-faced Guard over the century's splash, Knight, knight, Guarding the river. (Oh, shall I find in her Peace from lips and hands?!) Sentry At the post of partings. Oaths, rings... Yes, but like a stone into the river— How many of us Over four centuries! Pass into the water Free. Let roses bloom! Cast—I'll cast myself! There's your revenge! We won't tire As long as passion remains! To avenge with bridges. Spread wide, Wings! Into the mud, Into the foam like brocade! Bridge timbers I don't weep over today! From the fateful bridge Dare to leap down! I'm your match, Prague knight. Whether sweetness or sorrow You see more clearly in her, Knight guarding The river of days.