«Lily, Lily! I am sighing / With despair and hopeless woe. / I am tortured, I am dying, / And my soul has lost its glow, / But my love evoked no pity: / You consider me pathetic. / Keep on laughing: you are pretty / Even when unsympathetic. »
«Why feed the early signs of boredom / With sinister and dismal thought, / And wait for separation, burdened / With sorrow, lonesome and distraught? / The day of grief is close at hand! / You’ll stand, alone, out in the sun, / And try to bring back once again / These days, but they wi...»
«I’ve lived to see desire vanish, / With hope I’ve slowly come to part, / And I am left with only anguish, / The fruit of emptiness at heart. / Under the storms of merciless fate, / My worn and withered garland lies — / In sadness, lonesome, I await: / How far away is my demise? /...»
«I will be silenced soon!.. If on the tragic day, / The strings would pensively begin to play; / If adolescents, sitting quietly, immersed, / Began to marvel at my passion’s madness; / If only you, surrendering to sadness, / In silence mumbled melancholy verse / And loved the way my ard...»