«Electrical moons are twinkling / On curving and delicate bands; / The telegraph wires are tinkling / In tender, invisible hands. The clocks with their amber faces / By magic are lit o'er the crowd; / Of stillness the cooling traces / The thirst-ridden pavement enshroud. 'Neath a net th...»
«— Stonehewer, stonehewer, whitely arrayed, / What art thou building? For whom? / — Ho, do not baulk us intent on our trade, — / From our building a prison will loom. — Stonehewer, stonehewer, trowel in hand, / Who then will sob in these walls? / — Not you, nor your brother, rich...»
«Night hastens and seizes / Clear gleams in the east. / From her raiment light breezes / Over fields are released. Long and sultry the day was, / Night sings as she goes / A lullaby ditty / And calls to repose. Her dark gaze is mournful, / On her way naught is met... / O my heart, s...»
«How agleam, how garnished the spring! / Turn your eyes in the old way upon me: / Say, wherefore this sorrowing? / Why lavish this tenderness on me? You are mute, as a blossom so frail, / Say naught! — No confession is needed: / The flight of your love I have heeded, — / Lone again i...»