«It happened at Vallen-Koski. / Rain was falling from hazy / Clouds, and wet, yellow planks / Flowed down the dismal slopes. Since the cold night we had been / Yawning, and tears came into our / Eyes; for fun they threw a doll in / For the fourth time that morning. The sodden doll dived...»
«Thawing snow has flown down and flown away, / Cheeks, beginning to burn, have turned rosy; / I had not thought the moon was so small / And the clouds so hazily distant... I will go away, without asking anything. / Because my lot has been drawn; I had / Not thought the moon was beautiful, ...»
«We are at a small station. / We are forgotten by the night, / By the still, moonlit night. / In a little forest glade... / Delirium-or are we plainly / At a small station and / Forgotten by the night? / You have gone far away. / Tired steam locomotive... / The boards are pale yello...»
«Is this mingled shadows. / Only shadows, on a moonlit night of May? / Is this specks of light, or lilac’s flowers / Turned pale there, falling / On your knees? Was it in / Waking hours, and was it you that I loved / Madly and unquestioningly / In the...»