«The senseless years' extinguished mirth and laughter / Oppress me like some hazy morning-after. / But sadness of days past, as alcohol — / The more it age, the stronger grip the soul. / My course is dull. The future's troubled ocean / Forebodes me toil, misfortune and commotion. But no,...»
«Extinguished gaiety of years, which sunk in madness, / Presses on me like a hangover restless. / But in my soul, foregoing pine / Becomes through time still stronger, like a wine. / My way is sad. Predicts me toile and woe – / The sea of future in a wrath and row. But, oh, my friends, I...»
«All as before: against the dining-room windows / Beats the scattered windswept snow, / And I have not changed either, / But a man came to me. I asked: "What do you want?" / He replied: "To be with you in Hell." / I laughed: "Oh, you'll foredoom / Us both to disaster." But lifting h...»
«I sometimes feel a kind of weary languor: / The clock chime never ceasing in my ears, / And far away the dying thunder's clangour. / I seem to hear the plaintive moans and fears / Of captive and unrecognisable voices... / Some kind of secret circle closes in, / But through the endl...»