The wind singing,
hither, thither,
music wafting,
people sober.
...
We work to live,
to live for what,
too few believe
is dim somewhat.
...
Not just for the nonce
do we on earth live,
we all live but once,
so mind how we live.
...
The poems tell,
each and or all,
a tale so well,
fiction and all.
...
We always crab
this life is drab,
and blame the Lord
for all discord.
...
Heavy each of my eyelids hangs
weighted down by Somnus's hands,
gentle wind now blows from Dreamland,
time to sleep is well at hand.
...
When I turned to look at you again,
You were like a watercolor painting
Someone has left under the heavy rain,
Your colors bled and started dripping.
...
I awoke as darkness
gave the night a kiss,
a reluctant goodbye
to yield the blue sky.
...
We work to live,
to live for what,
too few believe
is dim somewhat.
...
She touches my soul with the lightness
_of dew that caresses the roses,
Her smiles lend brilliance to the dawn
_that ushers in yet another morn,
...