«Whispers, timid breathing, / trills of a nightingale, / the silver and the shiver / of a sleepy rill. Pale light and nighttime shadows, / shadows without end, / all the magic transformations / ...»
«Look, outside my window the vine is spreading so fast it / almost blocks out the light. Dark, picturesque green now / covers up half of the panes. And amidst the foliage a bunch of / seemingly carefully-placed grapes has started to turn / yellow... Hands off, sweetest! Why this rage for dest...»
«I’ll say nothing whatever to you, / I’ll not trouble you with it one bit, / And of thoughts harped upon all day through, / I don’t dare give the tiniest hint. All day sleeping, the night flowers curl, / But when dusk past the grove drops and looms, / In soft silence the leaves all u...»
«Whispering and timid breathings, / Nightingale's soft trill, / Silvery and rippling motion / Of the drowsy rill, Nightime radiance, nightime shadows, / Shadows' endless dance, / Magic sequences transforming / Love's dear countenance, ...»