• By Life Tormented

    By life tormented, and by cunning hope,
    When my soul surrenders in its battle with them,
    Day and night I press my eyelids closed
    And sometimes I'm vouchsafed peculiar visions.... more »

  • I Always Like The Northern Birches

    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.... more »

  • I Have Come To You Delighted

    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;... more »

  • My Face Turned Upwards To The Sky

    My face turned upwards to the sky
    One summer night I lay upon some hay
    A lively close-knit starry chorus
    Was flickering all around.... more »

  • Never

    I wake. Yes, it's a coffin lid.-With effort
    I reach my hands out and I call
    For help. Yes, I recall the tortures
    Of dying.-Yes, this is no dream!-... more »

  • Nightingales, A Sigh, A Whisper

    Nightingales, a sigh, a whisper
    In a shady nook
    And the lullaby in silver
    Of a lazy brook.... more »

  • The September Rose

    To sighs of morning air, that froze,-
    (With her lips opened for a say),
    How curiously has smiled the rose
    On a September fleeting day!... more »

  • Upon A Haystack On A Southern Night

    Upon a haystack in lands of South,
    I lay, while facing skies of night,
    The choir of stars, alive and couth,
    Was trembling, spread at every side.... more »

  • What Grief! The Alley's End

    What grief! The alley's end
    Is lost in snow again today,
    And once again, the silver snakes
    Are crawling through the snow... more »

  • When You Were Reading Those Tormented Lines

    When you were reading those tormented lines
    In which the heart's resonant flame sends out glowing streams
    And passion's fatal torrents rear up,-
    Didn't you recall a single thing?... more »

  • While Lounging In A Chair

    While lounging in a chair, I looked up at the ceiling
    Where, teasing my imagination,
    A circle hangs above the quiet lamp,
    And spins just like a ghostly shadow.... more »

  • With One Firm Thrust

    With one firm thrust to force the boat of living
    From off the sands, and, by a wave tossed high,
    Be toward a new life borne, a new beginning,
    To feel the wind from scented shores sweep nigh,... more »