«With wavering feet I walked where dawn-lit mists were lying, / To find the shores of wonder and of mystery. / Dawn struggled with the final stars, frail dreams were flying, / While unto unknown gods my morning lips were crying / The prayers that my dream-imprisoned soul had whispered ...»
«Cast prostrate, in mourning, / Wingless, self-scorning, / Grief in a gust / Flings us, dust upon dust. / We desire not, we dare not, / We believe not, we care not, / No wisdom has worth. / God, do thou dower us, / Kindle, empower us, / Give of thy mirth. / From the languor that c...»
« Over earth awakes a whirring, / And a rustling, and a stirring, / Trumpet-voices fill the skies: / "Lo, they call us. Brothers, rise!" / "No. The darkness holds unshaken. / I will sleep, and not awaken. / Do not rouse me. Do not call. / Do not strike the coffin-wall." "Now you dare ...»
«With heavy anguish, hopeless straining, / The bonds of love I would remove. / Oh, to be loosed from their enchaining! / Oh, freedom, only not to love! The soul that shame and fear are scourging / Crawls through a mist of dust and blood. / From dust, great God, my spirit purging, / Oh, s...»