«At night when troubles settle down / And darkness hides the streets and lanes — / There"s so much music all around, / God sends us such amazing strains! / / What is the tempest, if your flowers, / Adorn the blooming garden-bed! / What are the bitter tears of ours, / If sunse...»
«to N. Goon I haven't lived so long as you... / I've sung while you've been down and out. / A spirit came out of the blue / To show the sea of ample sound... / / Your soul is chained stirred by the blast / Of storm and whirlwind wailing there, / While mine is free, as fine as...»
«You were the fairest of all, no denying, / Please, don"t curse me and, pray, don't disgrace! / My train, like the song of a gipsy, is flying, / Like those irrevocable days... / / What I loved is gone by, disappeared... / Up ahead is a hidden way... / Unforgettable, blessed and rever...»
«The way she did before, she wanted / To breathe her life into my heart, / Into my body, all exhausted, / Into my chilly habitat. / / She came along like welkin, / I couldn't rise from bed to go, / Nor could I stir my arm to welcome / And tell her I had missed her so!... / / I ...»