«Whose the flying hands, about me shedding / Fire, and leading me on passionate ways? / No sonorous stones my feet are treading, / But where vatic waters fill the days. / Piercing through the spirit, sharp pilasters / Rise, and candle sting the dark like bees. / Oh, the hearts that bloom ...»
«Now dry thy eyes, and shed no tears. / In heaven's straw-pale meadows veers / Aquarius, and earthward peers, / His emptied vessel overturning. No storming snows, no clouds that creep / Across the sheer pure emerald steep, / Whence, thinly-drawn, a ray darts deep / As a keen lance with e...»
«Night was done. We rose and after / Washing, dressing, — kissed with laughter, — / After all the sweet night knows. / Lilac breakfast cups were clinking / While we sat like brothers drinking / Tea, — and kept our dominoes. And our dominoes smiled greeting, / And our eyes avoided m...»
«Dying is sweet / On the battle-field / In the hissing of arrows and spears, / When the trumpet sounds / And the sun of noon / Is shining, / Dying for country's glory / And hearing around you: / "Hero, farewell!" / Dying is sweet / For an old, venerable man / In the house / On...»