«From the walls the paper's blue is vanished, / The daguerreotypes, the ikons banished. / Only there the deepened blue appears / Where these hid it, hanging through the years. From the heart the memory is perished, / Perished all that long ago it cherished! / Those remain, of whom death hi...»
«She sits on tumulus Savoor, and stares, / Old woman Death, upon the crowded road. / Like a blue flame the small flax-flower flares / Thick through the meadows sowed. And says old woman Death: "Hey, traveler! / Does any one want linen, linen fit / For funeral wear? A shroud, madam or sir, ...»
«Warmth and light, buzzing bumblebees, wheat ears and grasses, / Azure skies — of high summer the birth… / To his prodigal son will the Lord say: "Confess, pray — / Have you known true contentment on earth?" And forgetting all else save the golden and endless / Fields of wheat, the ser...»
«A whip cracks in the wood, and cattle low / And through the underbrush are heard to / Crash heavily. Leaves rustle. Snowdrops show / Their blue heads here and there. A sudden, furtive Wind starts to blow, and ashen clouds are swept / Across the skies, a cool, fresh rain presaging… / The...»