«I dragged my flesh through desert gloom, / Tormented by the spirit's yearning, / And saw a six-winged Seraph loom / Upon the footpath's barren turning. / And as a dream in slumber lies / So light his finger on my eyes, — / My wizard eyes grew wide and wary: / An eagle's, startled fro...»
«Sleep I cannot find, nor light: / Everywhere is dark and slumber, / Only weary tickings number / The slow hours of the night. / Parca, jabbering, woman-fashion, / Sleeping night, without compassion, / Life, who stirs like rustling mice, / Why encage me in thy vise? / Why the whisperi...»
«Here is the long-bided hour: the labor of years is accomplished. / Why should this sadness unplumbed secretly weigh on my heart? / Is it, my work being done, I stand like a laborer, useless, / One who has taken his pay, alien to unwonted tasks? / Is it the work I regret, the silent com...»
«Not by old masters, rich on crowded walls, / My house I ever sought to ornament, / That gaping guests might marvel while they bent / To connoisseurs with condescending drawls. / Amidst slow labors, far from garish halls, / Before one picture I would fain have spent / Eternity: where the ...»