«I have a bird of paradise; / Upon a springing cypress-tree / She sits for hours while daylight flies. / And not a song by day sings she. / Her back is of celestial blue. / Her head is purple; flaming dye / Upon her wings, of golden hue / Like dawn’s reflection in the sky. / Only wh...»
«In the night a golden cloudlet straying / Slumbered on a crag’s breast, huge and burly; / Rose the damsel in the morning early, / Gaily fled through heaven’s azure, playing. But upon the wrinkled rock remaining / Faintly still a trace of brightness wandered: / Lone the giant stood, an...»
«When life’s oppressive hour is mine / And in my heart griefs crowd, / A prayer of wondrous power is mine / That I repeat aloud. Blest is the strength that flows to me / In concords of sweet sound; / Past reckoning it blows to me / Divine enchantment round. Doubt, like a burden, leapi...»
«We drink the cup of life while yet / A veil our eyes is keeping; / And the cup’s golden brim is wet / With tears of our own weeping. But when the veil falls from our eyes. / As Death appears before us. / Then with the veil the mystery flies / That held enchantment o’er us. Oh then ...»