«Share with me your dreams of living, / Address yourself directly to my soul; / What cannot be expressed in words alone – / Fan into my soul in the form of sound.»
«How the chest breathes, fresh, voluminous – / Words are incapable of expressing a thing! / How in the ravines at midday loudly / Into milky froth cascade rivulets! The ether pulses and melts with song. / In the planted field rye gathers green – / And a gentle voice is heard humming: /...»
«Aflame with a thirst for light / The dawn is ashamed to arise; / Frigid, clear, and albumine, / A bird's wing sprung up. / The sun is still invisible, / But the soul is alright.»
«In strange greetings / I hear speech's soft tones, / See familiar eyes, / Sense the heart's pulse. — Common-bond manacles / Are sanded by sounds... / Their silent suffering / Only you will understand!»