«The drumming swans have fallen silent far away, / Beyond the sultry meadows cranes have ceased their whooping, / Above the ruddy ricks a hawk is circling, swooping, / And in the reedbed autumn rustles with its sway. On broken wattle fence the agile hop now trains, / The apple droops, the sc...»
«Rumble ceased, and then the scene I entered. / Leant against the door jamb, on the stage, / For me distant echo there portended / What would come to pass in this my age. In the murky twilight were directed / Quite a thousand glasses’ stares. My plea: / Abba Father, see me here, dejected...»
«So since the dawn I’ve nothing said / Of song sung by my dream. / One fate there is for rose of red / And me and flitting beam. / The snows drift from the sloping hills, / And whiter I’m than snow, / But sweetly of creeks’ muddy spills / The banks are dreaming so, / And spruce ...»
«The steamers cool in quiet channel’s reaches, / Coagulating inky water leaches, / The leaden whiteness plunges into dark, / And if from us the earth has really sickened / Then now her faint recovery finds its spark — / The splash of stars above the snow has quickened, / And now desce...»