That was the day of white chrysanthemums

Ján Móry

That was the day of white chrysanthemums;

I almost trembled before its glory...

And then, then you came to me to take my soul

Deep in the night.

I felt so anxious, and you came so lovingly and gently;

I had just been thinking about you in a dream.

You came, and softly, like a fairy tale,

the night resounded.