«Children’s stories — are all I shall read; / Children’s fancies — are all I shall cherish; / All grown-up matters wither and perish; / Down, sadness, I’ll rise up and lead! / / I am tired of living — to death. / No longer life’s beauties are welcomed. / But I love my m...»
«The blues — ineffable to spell — / Unseals two saucer eyes aloud, / And splattering its crystal out / The flower vase awakes from spell. / / The room is imbued to the brim / With languor — a delicious potion! / A kingdom of such small proportion / Has taken up so many dreams...»
«From the semi-dark hall, suddenly, / You slipped out in a weightless shawl — / We disturbed no one, / We did not wake the sleeping servants...»
«From the pool of light, suddenly, / you slipped out in a thin shawl — / we disturbed no one at all, / roused not a servant from sleep...»