TRIGLAVROSES * 



BY the stream stands Anka in all her pride, 

 Young Janez climbs down the mountain-side ; 

 A chamois rests on his shoulders broad, 

 He waves his hat trimmed with tassel and cord 

 And a bunch of Alpine roses. 



With a laugh proud Anka gives him her hand : 

 " Hast brought me ought from the far-off land ? 

 What ! nought but pinks and the gentian-bell, 

 And edelweiss and the blue speedwell ? 

 And not one Triglavrose ? " 



Young Janez says, with a shake of the head : 

 " The Triglavrose is tue flow'r of the dead ! 

 From Zlatarog, blood of the chamois wild, 

 Doth spring the bloom thou longest for, child, 

 The crimson Triglavrose. 



" The huntsman, who sees from far away 

 The chamois' golden horns, must stay 

 His foot, for never may he dare 

 To glance at the white nun's paradise fair 

 Which Zlatarog doth shelter. 



* An extract translated from Rudolf Baumbach's poem, "Zlatarog." 



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