«Storm in the skies in the evening. / Noise of the wrath of the sea; / Storm on the sea, and the thronging / Thoughts that are torture to me; Storm on the sea, and insurgent / Thoughts that are clamorous in me, / Cloud after cloud flying blackly. / Noise of the wrath of the sea.»
«What an evening! Streamlets run. / Banks are breaking, / Nightingales in set of sun / Music making. Moonbeams from on high invade, / Flood the fallows; / In the gully willows’ shade, / Gleam of shallows. There’s an old leak in the weir. / Planks ...»
«On nature ever idly spying, / Forgetting all around, I'm fond / Of watching arrowy swallows flying, / When evening comes, above the pond. See there a swallow darting, scratching / The glassy surface, till I fear / The alien element will be catching / The wings that swift as lightning ve...»
«By bars of my prison / The thick nettle lies; / A willow has risen / Pavilion-wise. Boats gaily are seeking / The far-away blue; / The lattice is creaking, / My file passes through. My sorrowful dreaming / Is quiet in me; / The waters are gleaming, / I soon shall be free. No glo...»