«Every night, when the sun just commences to set, / I bid it farewell, while I yearn to be dead, / But again, as the cold, bitter day dawns anew, / Life will take hold of me and the pain will ensue! I part with the good and the evil, in part, / Filled with hope and with dread that I may soon...»
«Feast your eyes upon shining / Midday sun in distant blues — / Distances that feed the pining / Which has overtaken you... Who could measure in an instant / What’s beyond the azure glare? / Just the longing for the distant / With a strange unknown despair...»
«Foreseeing you, as years are passing by — / Your image is unchanged in my perception. / I cannot bear the lucid, blazing sky, / And so I wait — in love and in dejection. / The sky is blazing, — you will soon appear, / But how I fear: You image will be changed, / And the suspicion...»
«The spring is breaking river ice, / I feel no pity for the dead: / Upon new summits now I rise, / Forgetting ravines, now my eyes / Reflect blue distances ahead. In smoky flames, I’ll feel no woe, / I won’t be grieving by the crosses, / I wait here for a sudden blow, / Or the divi...»