«In the name of the word that, my dear, / Is best one and single for us, / Again fall in love with me here, / And tell me all this and — at once. Beware! You could loose the right moment! / So, call for, not looking at past, / The proud and happiest load / Of my love’s unusual thrust...»
«Not till the silver nor the golden wed / I will proceed to live with you, my friend. / But we have had the iron one before — / t’d gone through flames of the ferocious war. / This love I hold all golden weds above: / Like in the iron, I am still in love.»
«My foes will be not by my perish consoled — / They won’t have a reason to pour the false tears. / The hook, I’m to hang on, still isn’t in a board, / It’s not even forged, its ore lies in the earth. / I’ll stand up above my life’s bottomless crater, / Above all its fears and ...»
«Wake as you want, but wake in me from sleep — / In cold, and numb and bottomless a deep. I do not dream to say a single word, / But give a sign that you are in this world. Not for a long, but only for a flash. / If not in verse — in sighs or cries of flesh. Only your sigh or moan of co...»