«The voice of the herd rises from the fields; / In the bushes the robins sing, / And a sweet aroma flows / From the whitened apple-trees of the garden. / / The flowers gaze with tender melancholy, / Innocently pure, like spring, / Shedding fragrant dust, / The seeds of their rosy fru...»
«Mine was the madness he desired, he who had closed his eyes / To the petals of this rose, the sparkles, the dew; / Mine was the madness he desired, he who had wound / Those flowing tresses into a heavy braid. / / Though wicked old age denies all joy, / My lamenting soul, before this dec...»
«An orange-red sky… / A gusty wind shakes / The bloody cluster of rowan berries. / I chase the fleeing horse / Past the glass hothouse, / Past the trellises of the old park, / And past the swan pond. / Alongside me runs / My shaggy, red-haired dog, / Who is dearer to me / Than e...»
«Ein Denkmal schuf ich mir, kein menschenhanderzeugtes, / Des Volkes Pfad zu ihm wird nie verwachsen sein, / Und höher ragt sein Haupt empor, sein nie gebeugtes, / Als Alexanders Mal aus Stein. Nein, gänzlich sterb‘ ich nicht: die Seele lebt im Liede / Noch fort, wenn ihr den Staub dem S...»