«Vrolijk speel ik 't oude liedje, / tra-la-la-la-tra-la-laar, / vrolijk fluit ik 't oude liedje, / voor de mensen, hier en daar. Langs het beekje loop ik zedig, / tra-la-la-la-tra-la-lacht, / schaapjes slapen er zo vredig, / en de velden wiegen zacht. Slaap ook, klaproos en papaver, / ...»
«— She’s on the bottom, with the silt / And water-weeds... To sleep with them / She left,—but even there, finds no sleep! / — But I loved her / As forty thousand brothers / Could never love her! / — Hamlet! She’s on the botto...»
«Rock and rock me, starry boat! / My head is weary of breaking waves! For too long I’ve lost my moorings, — / My head is weary of thinking: Of hymns — of laurels — of heroes — of hydras, — / My head is weary of pretensions! Lay me out among grasses and pine-needles, — / My he...»
«How this matter came to an end / Neither love nor friendship can say. / With every passing day you reply less directly, / With every passing day you disappear more deeply. Until, you’re undisturbed by anything now, / — Only the tree riffles its branches — / As if you’ve fallen int...»