«With head inclined, I stand before / The tomb of sainted one of yore… / And all’s asleep; but here some torches / Now gild in church’s nighted gloom / The granite hulk of pillars’ porches, / Where overhead the banners loom. Beneath them all here slumbers lord, / By all the north...»
«She sings — and notes’ evaporation / Are kisses, pressed to lips’ surprise, / She looks — and heavens’ gay flirtation / Divinely glimmers in her eyes; And all the play of her procession, / Her features when she speaks a word / Are full of feeling and expression, / By wondrous...»
«Why do you slip the haze’s capture, / O silver moon, so all alone; / Why is your dim glow’s flicker thrown / Upon my pillows’ downy rapture? / For by your gloomy presence here / You waken all my doleful dreaming, / The pointless trials of love, the teeming / Desires I’d hoped w...»
«And here again, as dusk now spreads, / Aloft and free in sky’s expanses / The birds’ formation sea-bound threads, / An arrow’s shade, its chain advances. The dusk is limpid, steppe is hushed, / The reddening sunset now is blazing… / The sky by mute formation’s brushed, / Birds...»