Lily of Streams lay by my side last night And to my prayers gave answers of delight; Day came before our fairy-tale was finished, Because the tale was long, not short the night. ...
Since there is excitement In suffering for a woman, Let him burn on. The dust in a wolf's eyes Is balm of flowers to the wolf When a flock of sheep has raised it.
I still walk slowly on the river bank Where I came singing, And where I saw your boat pass up beyond the sun Setting red in the river. I want Autumn, I want the leaves to begin falling at once,...
We have walked over the high grass under the wet trees To the gravel path beside the lake, we two. A noise of light-stepping shadows follows now From the dark green mist in which we waded. ...
We were two green rushes by opposing banks, And the small stream ran between. Not till the water beat us down Could we be brought together, Not till the winter came...
Love starts with a little throb in the heart, And in the end one dies Like an ill-treated toy. Love is born in a look or in four words, The little spark that burnt the whole house....
Winter scourges his horses Through the North, His hair is bitter snow On the great wind. The trees are weeping leaves Because the nests are dead, Because the flowers were nests of scent...