Late evening, on the first of May—
The twilit May—the time of love.
Meltingly called the turtle-dove,
Where rich and sweet pinewoods lay.
Whispered of love the mosses frail,
The flowering tree as sweetly lied,
The rose’s fragrant sigh replied
To love-songs of the nightingale.
In shadowy woods the burnished lake
Darkly complained a secret pain,
By circling shores embraced again;
And heaven’s clear sun leaned down to take
A road astray in azure deeps,
Like burning tears the lover weeps.
Credits
Art Direction / Markéta Kosinová
Photography / Tomáš Gál
Stylist / Kateřina Hynková
Hair and MUA / Michael Remo Bierrer
Poem / Karel Hynek MáchaModels
Laura B. / Ely Management
Designers
Michaela Čapková
Beast of the East
Linda Zabilková
Štěpán Růžička
Tereza Švolíková
Dry Milk of Virgin Mary
Edward Ganoczy
WI } ŠUM
Adéla WiesengergováProduced with love by SWARM MAG
