«And briefly a joy was ignited, / I now was dejected and broke, / And now I was wandering benighted / Abodes in the dark and the smoke. And ardent for night’s inspiration / Laid low with my malady’s blight, / I met with another narration / Of lovely and radiant delight. Extinguished...»
«To me the whole world promised him: / The dusty scarlet heavens’ border, / At Christmas, gentle dreaming’s whim, / And Easter’s rowdy wind’s disorder, And vine’s red switches as they rise, / And waterfalls in summer gardens, / And two enormous dragonflies / On cast-iron fence,...»
«It’s early, but the hanging globes / Of rasping street-lamps glow are spitting, / More gayly, brightly, falling strobes / Of snowflakes’ glinting are now flitting. Accelerating gliding pace, / As if the chase anticipating, / Beneath the blue’s mesh horses race — / The snow falls...»
«Its final stand now takes the cold, / Its grip the coming thaw delays. / The spring is later than of old, / But unexpected are its days. Since morning cockerel’s courted her, / The hassled hen can’t get away. / And southwards faces frowning fir / To lap the sun’s now warming ray. ...»