«Calm Nature's idle spy, I follow / In joy her pathways; free and fond, / I watch the arrow-winged swift swallow / Who curves above the dusking pond. It dashes forward, lightly skimming / The glassy surface, half in fear / Of alien clutching waters — dimming / The lightning wings...»
«Ophelia was singing as she perished, / And she sang while plaiting a wreath; / With flowers, the wreaths, and verses / She sunk down to the riverbed. So much in sad songs that is tempting, / Insinuates my soul toward dark depths. / So many are the feelings and songs, / The lacrimae and ...»
«Share with me your dreams of living, / Address yourself directly to my soul; / What cannot be expressed in words alone – / Fan into my soul in the form of sound.»
«How the chest breathes, fresh, voluminous – / Words are incapable of expressing a thing! / How in the ravines at midday loudly / Into milky froth cascade rivulets! The ether pulses and melts with song. / In the planted field rye gathers green – / And a gentle voice is heard humming: /...»