«O, ich weiß, du holde Kleine, / Daß dich nicht die Mondnacht schreckt: / Hab ich doch im Schnee am Morgen / Deiner Schuhe Spur entdeckt! Freilich schweigt beim Mondenscheine / Hell und kalt die Mitternacht; / Freilich hast du Grund, du Kleine, / Daß alsdann dein Auge wacht: Diamante...»
«I always s like the northern birches: / Their view, so downcast and grave, / The fever, which poor souls scorches, / Cools like the mute speech of a grave. But yet, the willow, which branches, / With their long leaves, cast in a flood, / Is closer to a dream, that scourges, / And longe...»
«I have come to you, delighted, / To tell you that sun has risen, / That its light has warmly started / To fulfil on leaves its dancing; To tell you that wood’s awaken / In its every branch and leafage, / And with every bird is shaken, / Thirsty of the springy image; To tell you that...»
«On a hay rick in lands of South, / I lay, while facing skies of night, / The choir of stars, alive and couth, / Was trembling, spread at every side. The earth, mute as a dream half-hidden, / Was fast receding into space, / And I, as if the first in Eden, / Alone met the black nightâ€...»