A few blooms in Bohemia
for your hair do a duty
and make their red heavier
to fit the brown of your beauty.
But how many gallows
morals have built along the trees!
Joyful sin, tell me, in their shadow,
are flowers allowed to please?
The burdock and nettles
are growing as every year
and so people of Protectus settle
with their tracts everyone's ear.
Praying is just a waste
as it was at the time I was born.
The blooming aloe is my taste
of your black hair adorned.
From Melancholic Journey (1906)