«(After a performance of 'Freischiitz') The silent theatre's dark. Agathe / Lies in her marksman's soft embrace. / The soul is swathed in melodies, / Luminous — and life a grace. All sleeps. And as the river gleams / The sky above the narrow street, / Far off, a wheel's sound dies away,...»
«The wind gets stronger, night turns black. / The sea is seething with fierce rage, / Foam splashes on the granite stage — / It surges high then rushes back. / / The surf gets more rambunctious and / Its sparkling effervescent wave's / So heavy and so dense in rave / As if cast iro...»
«When my daydreams cross the brink of long-lost days / To find you there again, within the mist of memory, / I weep sweet tears, like the first Hebrew who gazed / Upon the promised land beyond the boundary. I don't regret the childish games or quiet dreams / Stirred up so painfully and sweet...»
«Sheltered by a crimson awning, / All alone, his slaves dismissed, / A lord is bidding farewell fondly / To a black-browed odalisque. "Sarah, houri of the prophet, / My sunshine, comfort, strength, delight, / Sarah, morning's not far off now — / Azrael will soon alight. "After battle ...»