«It was an early day of spring, / The grass was scarcely showing. / Brooks ran, no heat was hovering. / And green the wood was glowing. The shepherd to the morning breeze / Was not yet piping highly. / And still in curls among the trees / The fern was peeping shyly. It was an early day ...»
«Believe me not, friend, when in grief’s unreason / I tell you that I love you now no more. / When the tide ebbs, believe not the sea’s treason; / It will come back, in loving, to the shore. I love you still, with my old passion glowing; / My freedom I shall give to you again. / Alread...»
«Where boughs above the pool are swinging. / Where the hot summer sunshine burns, / The dragon-flies in airy winging / Lead on the dance’s merry turns. “Come hither, child, come nigh and hear us; / For we shall teach you how to fly! / Come hither, child, come hither, near us, / And l...»
«A well, and the cherry-trees blowing. / The marks of a girl’s naked foot. / And there, at the side of them showing, / The print of a hobnailed boot. All is hushed at the place of their meeting; / But my ears jealous echoes assail, / The whispers, the passionate greeting. / The splash ...»