«Blue is the fog, the expanse is snow-bound, / Fine is the beam of the moon that shines. / Isn't it nice to be sitting around, / Thinking about the bygone times?! / / Down by the porch is the snow thawing out. / Just like to-night, by the moonlight, alone, / Putting my cap on, the wro...»
«You have been used by someone else / But there is something good at bottom: / Your glassy hair casting spells, / Your weary eyes tired out in autumn. / / The autumn age! Well, for my part, / I like it more than youth, I know it, / You're now much better to the heart / And fascinat...»
«Oh, what a night! I cannot sleep. / The sky is moonlit. Well, I never! / It seems that I in my heart I keep / The youth that has been gone for ever. / / My friend of frosted bygone years, / Don't call a game love and affection, / I'd rather have the moonlight rays / Flow down up...»
«The snowstorm is crying like a Romany violin. / Sweet is the girl. She is wicked when smiling. / / Blue are her eyes, do the give me a scare? / I need quite a lot, and I don't really care. / / We're so much alike and so much contrasted, — / You're young. I am old. And my life has ...»