«I’ll say nothing whatever to you, / I’ll not trouble you with it one bit, / And of thoughts harped upon all day through, / I don’t dare give the tiniest hint. All day sleeping, the night flowers curl, / But when dusk past the grove drops and looms, / In soft silence the leaves all u...»
«Whispering and timid breathings, / Nightingale's soft trill, / Silvery and rippling motion / Of the drowsy rill, Nightime radiance, nightime shadows, / Shadows' endless dance, / Magic sequences transforming / Love's dear countenance, ...»
«Amid the virgin maples and the weeping birches / Upon those arrogant pines to gaze I cannot brook; / The flocks of my sweet living daydreams they disturb, / Hateful to me their sober look. Amid the gathering of their reborn neighbours / It's they alone that stir not, whisper not, nor sigh, ...»
«Like a wavy cloud-shape, / Distant dust stirs there; / Mounted horseman, footman — / In the dust unclear. Someone I see that gallops, / Horsed, swift as the wind. / Friend, my friend far distant, / Call me back to mind.»