a young knight comes to mind / riding far in the full armor. / his smile was so soft and fine: / like gleaming on old ivory, / like homesickness, like a christmas snowfall / in the dark village, like turquoise / around which pearls are fashioned, / like moonlight / on a favorite book. (girl's melancholy)

girls, there are poets who learn from you / to say, what you, in your aloneness, are; / and they learn through you live distantness, / as the evenings through the great stars / become accustomed to eternity. (girls)

and for hours at the huge gray pound / to kneel entranced with a small sailboat; to forget it, because yet other, similar / and more beautiful sails glide through the circles, / and to have to think about the small pale / face that sinking gazed out of the pond -: / o childhood, o likeness gliding off... / to where? to where? (childhood)

like one who's voyaged over foreign oceans / am i among these eternally at home; / the full days stand dumbly on their tables, but to me the far-off is full o dream. (the solitary)

slowly the evening puts on the garments / held for it by a rim of ancient trees (evening)