France Preseren's 'A Wreath of Sonnets' — A Masterpiece of Slovene Poetry 🇸🇮

A Slovene wreath your poet has entwined, <br />Of fifteen sonnets is the chaplet bound, <br />And in it thrice the Master Theme must sound: <br />Thus are the other harmonies combined. <br /> <br />Now from his source like streams in order wind <br />The sonnets, and the head of each is found <br />By the last line of the last sonnet crowned; <br />This is a semblance of your poet's mind. <br /> <br />From one love all by thoughts arise, and lo! <br />Whene'er I sleep at night they cease to flow, <br />But stir when darkness flees before dawn's rays. <br /> <br />You are the Master Theme of my whole life, <br />Which will be heard when I have ceased my strife - <br />A record of my pain and of your praise.<br /><br />France Preseren<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-wreath-of-sonnets-1-14/