«She was in a village by a forest side. / She knocked at the doors and loudly she cried... / It was growing dark; she was terrified. / The grim doors were shut, and entrance was denied. For a long, long time she wandered far and wide. / Oh lonely it was in the darkness to abide / With grim...»
«Running barefoot all the day, / Time for him to go to bed. / We must wash the dust away, / While he droops his little head. / I will sing, and all for you, / Bayú-bayushkl-bayú. Who is tapping at the door? / I can guess. It’s only Sleep. / Hair of flax and hand...»
«Wide acres you inherit, / And graveyards populous; / A tameless nomad spirit / Is Beauty’s fate for us. For us a daily treason, / New camp-grounds every day. / The inexorable prison / We cheat, and break away. Trust in each shrouded story. / Each far-off marvel’s prize. / The s...»
«Thy soul, unhearing and unspeaking, / In its dark forest droops to sleep, / Where droves of dark desires are breaking / And through the tangled brushwood sweep. To guide thee where the stars are keeping / My home, I made a flame burn bright; / In empty brake, in forest sleeping, / I sow...»