«Stay silent, out of sight and hide / your feelings and your dreams inside. / Within your soul’s deep centre let / them silently rise, let them set / like stars in the night. Don’t be heard. / Admire them, Don’t say a word. How can your heart itself express? / Can others understand...»
«My little almond tree / Is gay with gleaming bloom, / My heart unwillingly / Puts forth its buds of gloom. The bloom will leave the tree, / The fruit, unbidden, grow. / And the green boughs will be / By bitter loads brought low.»
«A well, and the cherry trees swaying / Where bare girlish feet trod the fruit; / Nearby the damp imprint betraying / The stamp of a heavy nailed boot. Stilled now is the place of their meeting, / But nothing the silence avails: / In my brain passion's echo repeating / Their whispers—t...»
«Oh, the ricks, the ricks, / In the meadows lying, / The eye cannot count / You, for all its trying. Oh, the ricks, the ricks, / In the green morasses, / What do you guard: / You heaped, heavy masses? Pray, behold us, good sir: / We were once bright flowers; / But the sharp scythe f...»