«There is a love like smoke: if cramped, / It stupefies; give it freedom and, and / It will be gone... To be like / Smoke, but eternally youthful... There is a love like a shadow: by day / It lies at your feet, it heeds you: / At night it embraces you soundlessly... / To be as a shadow, ...»
«We are two trunks the thunder set alight / Two pinewood torches in the midnight blazing; / We are two meteors through the darkness flying / The twin-barbed arrow of one fate. We are two steeds whose beats are held / By one hand and whom one spur is goading; / We are two eyes a single view...»
«It’s rainy and dark, and a wind / Is ruffling the chilly pond. / Life will stay dead till next spring, / And the garden is looking so wan. / The house is draughty and lonely, / And too dark to paint in this gloaming... You were here with me yesterday, / But already...»
«What long-forgotten gleam is this? / An instant, through the violining / I catch a different strain beginning! / That low, deep voice of her it is. Of her, my friend of old, replying / To my first love; and I recall / It always on the days when fall / The snowstorms, blusterously flying...»